Chapter 128 Trouble Wears Her Name
- [ELARA]
- I’m only half-aware as I’m carried through the cold corridors of Thornhall. My head slumps against a warm chest, the faint scent of sweat, metal, and something unmistakably Magnus cutting through the fog in my mind.
- Embarrassment curls like a snake in my belly. Goddess, did I really retch in front of everyone? Rustyn. Tara. Lord Roger. I want to vanish.