Chapter 26 A Bouquet Of Broken Mind

• Lux's crimson eyes tracked a scene unfolding near a fruit stall. A Vossheim guard's boot sent a basket of perfect persimmons flying, their orange skins splitting against the stones like burst capillaries.
• "Useless worms!" The guard backhanded the elderly vendor. "The Duke demands excellence!"
• "Cruel," Lux muttered, her voice devoid of warmth, her hand flying to her sword. Her body tensed like a coiled spring, ready to charge, however, her twin stopped her.