Chapter 157: Chains Again

Elira

Wane carried me back to the keep as if I were made of fragile glass. His steps were slow and deliberate, each one a silent, heavy apology.

The hall torches flickered against the sharp angle of his jaw, catching the raw storm brewing in his eyes. Every part of me wanted to fight him, to scream until I tore my voice out, to make him bleed the way I was bleeding inside. But my body refused to move. I was completely empty, hollowed out by the lie of the empty ...