Chapter 52 Pick Your Poison, Seraphine
- I stormed through the camp, angry, the image of Elara kissing Kaelan burned in my mind. My knuckles stung from how I’d punched him, but I didn’t care.
- *Well, that was dramatic,* Emogen commented.
- "Not now," I muttered under my breath, ignoring the strange looks from warriors I passed.