Chapter 131 Epilogue
- ARYA
- The air smelled of roasted herbs, jasmine, and pine. Of safety. Of home. Daxton was laughing.
- He stood beneath the moonlight in his white button-down shirt, which was unbuttoned at the throat because Valen, our youngest son, had yanked his collar down earlier, and his hair was pulled into that same messy bun he always wore lately.