Chapter 92: Sii’lan

Vykhor, who had been absentmindedly running his fingers through her hair, froze mid-gesture. He tilted his head slightly, his expression slow, heavy, focused.

"You're my anchor, Evelyn. If you fall, the world shakes. So I have no choice but to hold on to you.".

She smiled, a bit shakily. Not from ...

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