Chapter 93 Make It Right

• The car ride back to the silver tower goes by in silence.
• The hum of the road beneath the tires is the only sound that dares to fill the space between us. No music. No idle chatter. No relief. Just the suffocating absence of him...of Alaric.
• The scent of smoke still clings to my skin like a second soul. The bonfire ceremony had gone on smoothly, all the rites were completed. The couple were blessed. Applauded. Touched by the moon. But through it all… Alaric never returned.