Chapter 77

• Lysandra:
• The fire crackled low in the corner of the room, casting flickering shadows across the stone walls. I sat in the armchair furthest from it, arms folded over my chest, trying to contain the storm that had been brewing inside me for weeks now.
• A storm that refused to be tamed, no matter how hard I tried to tame it, no matter how hard I tried to control it, no matter how hard I did my best to stand calm, to stand tall, and to stand away from all the trouble that was brewing around me.