Chapter 1179 I'm Not Joking
- Ian
- Fennec turns my hand over to inspect the blistering on my palms, but I’m watching Juliette tend to Oakley a few yards away, against the far side of the sunny, but smoke scented, clearing. Both women are kneeling, and Julie is taking extra care while braiding Oakley’s hair.
- “That’s her, then?” Fennec asks, his silver eyes searching mine until I finally meet his gaze.