Chapter 72

• Back in the bedroom, Morvienne sat perched on the edge of the rumpled bed, her slender fingers tracing idle patterns on the sheet. She could hear the distant screams and metallic clashes, each death rattle sending a thrill up her spine.
• She smiled to herself, a slow, wicked curve of her lips that belied the wide-eyed innocence she wore like a mask for Kael.
• "Oh, the chaos unfolding just as I wove it," she thought, basking in the perfection of her design. The war she had ignited, the frames she had set, all to bind him closer, to topple empires for her amusement.