Chapter 161: Seeds of Ruin

Liora

I lounged comfortably on the splintered, rough couch, a thin, threadbare blanket casually tossed across my lap, the sweet taste of absolute triumph still lingering on my tongue. The low fire crackled softly in the hearth, mean and unpredictable, licking long, dancing shadows up the cabin walls.

Every small flicker of the flame felt like silent applause celebrating my victory.

Wane had been nothing more than soft clay in my practiced hands. He hadn’t even put ...