Chapter 84 Burn The Bloodline

• The dawn mist hadn’t lifted.
• It clung to the trees, curling around the shattered spires of Avaris like a memory too stubborn to fade. The fires from the night before had died out, smoke still drifting in soft coils through the ruined valley. Espen lay beneath the warmth of their shared blanket, her cheek pressed to Mikko’s chest, listening to the slow, steady rhythm of his heartbeat.
• It wasn’t a sound she ever thought she’d come to crave.