Chapter 882 Gathering Storms

• Yet, behind Loki's polished smile, his eyes remained cold, untouched by the warmth his words suggested.
• Annabeth, attuned to the smallest shifts in people, caught a raw thread of hatred burning in their depths.
• Beside her, Sebastian's mouth twitched with quiet amusement, as though the unfolding scene were a play written solely for his entertainment. The United Kingdom of Vebriunia is proving far more interesting than advertised.