Chapter 886 Restored His Terror

• Selena lay motionless, and Lance stood nearby, sword-calloused fingers twitching. Finneas’ tongue clicked in amused appreciation, each note prickling their nerves.
• The pair braced, convinced he would shrug off his robe and slip beneath the covers. Instead, he pivoted, eyes settling on Lance as though a new game piece had caught his interest.
• “Lance, tell me—how does the world look to you now?” Finneas said, voice mild, almost friendly.