Chapter 70

• JAX
• I pour another glass of wine and lean back in my chair, watching the flames dance across the castle ruins through Avery's scrying mirror. The sight fills me with intoxicating satisfaction—years of planning, years of patient manipulation, finally bearing fruit. The royal family's screams still echo in my mind, sweet as any melody.
• "Justice served," I murmur, raising my glass to the burning stones that once held my tormentors.