Chapter 15 What Cuts Deeper
- The edge of the city reeked of blood magic.
- Mikko knew the scent. The sour, electric pulse of something that wasn’t just unnatural—it was wrong.
- The man he was looking for didn’t hide. He sat beneath a crumbling archway, skin tattooed in runes, teeth stained black, and a crooked smile like he could taste the prince’s fury before he even spoke.