Chapter 924 Say Please

• Posey
• The fawn is all legs in Aris’s arms as he walks her out of my alchemy room, where she’s been bouncing across the floorboards for the last hour, jumping on any flat surface and threatening to lose her life repeatedly around everything hard and sharp.
• Heat pours from my fingertips. I smooth a length of silver flat, the molten metal reflecting red against the granite, when Aris returns in a huff, sweaty, new bruises on his forearms when he rolls up his sleeves.