Chapter 10 Choosing Dinner Over Danger

• It was around 5 p.m. already, the light from the streetlamps mixing with the fading glow of the sun as it streamed softly through the window. I blinked away the last of my tears and straightened my back.
• I still had dinner plans with Arzhel.
• It felt almost surreal to think about—normalcy, after everything that had just happened. But maybe I needed that. Maybe I needed something else to exist in this world besides grief and rage and the shadows of a past I could never fully outrun.