Chapter 88

• Morvienne didn't even turn around. The voice was unmistakable, polished, and dripping with a confidence that made her skin crawl.
• She didn't have the energy for Thalira's games. Her mind was still a chaotic mess of Lina's words, and the last thing she wanted was to entertain a lady who viewed the world as her personal playground, so... she kept walking.
• "I am greeting you, Morvienne," Thalira pressed, her voice tilting upward, demanding the attention she felt entitled to.