Chapter 72

Third Party Point of View:

Lorkas limped through the darkened woods, pain radiating from every inch of his torn body. Blood crusted along his ribs, and one of his arms hung useless at his side. The wind carried the stench of burnt rogues and ash, a reminder of the chaos he’d unleashed—and lost control over.

But it wasn’t Dante who had turned the tide.

It was her.

Elara.

He clenched his jaw, the me