Chapter 92 In Which Vane Gives In to His Hunger

By mid-afternoon, the sun coming through the window had warmed the room. Vaelune was on the rug by the foot of my bed, gnawing on a scrap of leather I’d picked up near the armory.

I heard boots outside in the hallway. Soft, quick steps.

I looked down at the pup. "Hide."

He didn't even pause hi...

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