Chapter 145: The Wolf at the Door

Elira

Florida’s words hung oppressively in the air like thick, choking smoke, draining all the light and comfort from the room.

“Liora.”

The name felt instantly like bitter poison coating my tongue.

I laughed once, a sharp, brittle sound that held no humor. “Tell me you are completely joking right now.”

Florida didn’t even blink an eye. Her voice remained cold and flat. “No joke, Elira. She slipped out through the kitchens at first dawn.”

I ...