Chapter 2222 Mist Over The Falling Veil
- Emrys knelt, one knee brushing the damp moss, and let his fingertip glide over Snuggles’ downy head. A smile curled across his lips—gentle, trusting—until, with startling speed, the tiny beast clamped down and delivered a sharp nip. He jerked back, shaking his stung hand while the culprit settled onto its haunches, bright eyes glittering with unapologetic triumph.
- “So the little rascal can hold a grudge after all,” Emrys muttered, half laughing, half wincing as he flexed the reddening knuckle.
- Adalinda’s composure finally cracked. A velvet ripple of laughter escaped her throat, light and musical, as though a silver bell had been struck deep inside her chest.