Chapter 160 The Ghost & The Living

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• The medallion resting on Nyra’s neck gleams golden in the blinding sunlight. She lets out a light laugh and twirls to show off the lilac dress she’s wearing, sewn with a pearl brocade. It’s a gift from Ruelle, and so is the medallion—both from her visit to Koshik. “She gives better gifts than you, Magnus,” Nyra teases, twirling again in the grass that’s soft beneath our bare feet.
• I grab her arm and pull her close, breathing the scent of primroses as she crashes against my chest. I expect her to gasp or complain, but the smirk on her face only widens. “Did I offend you, Your Highness?” she asks in her honeyed voice, fluttering her dark, long lashes.