Chapter 201

*Elora*

The dagger sat between my palms like it had always belonged there.

It shouldn’t have. It shouldn’t have fit so easily into my hand, like it had been forged to my pulse, molded to my shape. The weight of it didn’t feel foreign. It felt inevitable.

Valerius stood in front of me, arms crossed behind his back, his expression unreadable. His usually impassive mask was cracked, the lines around