Chapter 96

Third Person's POV

The execution of Valerius's plan that night left Jarek's years of scheming in ruins.

A violent pulse throbbed across Jarek's temple, veins bulging, eyes widening with disbelief.

No-something was wrong. Terribly wrong.

Fiona had never explicitly said that the calligraphy piece was a gift for him, but the implication had been clear. And he knew-his memory never failed him-she had