Chapter 207

The weight of Dante’s fury filled the ward like a thunderstorm contained in walls.

His voice, usually low and commanding with that subtle edge of steel, cracked out now like a whip.

“What did you say to her?”

Isalune flinched. For the first time since I’d known her, her composure shattered. She had sneered, lied, postured like a queen stripped of her crown, but in that moment, when Dante’s golden