Previous chapter:
Chapter 90: The Summoning Pattern
Next chapter:
Chapter 92: Just, Chaos
PREVIEW
... ps clicked in a strangely rhythmic way — the kind of pattern that made you more aware of how quiet a place was. The lamps hanging from the ceiling flickered softly, giving the golden wallpaper a faint warmth that didn’t match how cold the marble floor felt under their shoes.
"Where are we going?" Avin asked, jogging a little to catch up to Sylas’s calm, steady pace.
"For dinner," Sylas said, glancing back with that unbothered half-smile of his. "Are you not hungry?"
Avin ...
YOU MAY ALSO LIKE


























