Chapter 180
- Kavian’s pov
- Truly, there is no place like home.
- It wasn’t the extravagant welcome that stirred something deep in my chest—it was the simpler things. The familiar scent carried by the wind. The rough, comforting texture of the soil beneath my boots. The faces I had known all my life, older now, but still the same. We were home. And all I could think about was my mother.