Chapter 42

I was the Weapon 

Storm's POV

Azanlin saw me.

He was supposed to ignore me. That was not the plan. Blend into the background. Observe quietly. Report back. But the way his gaze locked onto me from across the courtyard? That was in the plan.

"You," he said, his voice laced with curiosity and something darker. "Who are you?"

I dipped my head slightly, masking the thrill that danced along my spine. "My name is Staria" I lied smoothly, using the alias the Spirit World had forged ...