Chapter 50 Pick Your Poison, Seraphine

• I stormed through the camp, my knuckles stinging from the impact with Kaelan's face. The satisfaction was already fading, replaced by something hollow and aching. Behind me, I could hear the commotion—Elara's confused questions, Kaelan calling my name. I ignored it all.
• *Well, that was dramatic,* Emogen commented.
• "Not now," I muttered under my breath, ignoring the strange looks from warriors I passed.