Chapter 158: Poison in the Cup

Wane

The cold morning air tasted like raw iron and pure, unadulterated rage. I stormed past the main gate, my heavy boots pounding hard against the stone ground.

My fists ached from how fiercely I was clenching them. Every single guard instantly stiffened and averted their eyes when they saw my face. And they should have reacted that way. I wasn't just a man that night—I was a devastating storm that had lost its fixed, vital center.

“Any sign of her?” I ...