Chapter 156: Queen of Ashes

Liora

The relentless wind howled fiercely through the broken shutters, carrying the sharp scent of rot and pine wood. I leaned casually over the cracked windowsill, the moonlight pouring down harshly like spilled silver paint. Its cold light perfectly caught my cruel grin—it was sharp, wickedly satisfying, and beautiful to me. “Poor, poor Elira,” I whispered, my voice dripping with honeyed venom. “She ran all the way to the other ghost-house, hysterically ...