Chapter 145

Third Person's POV

When Dravos lifted his gaze and collided with those cold amber eyes, his throat locked. Words—sharp and practiced, meant to wound—died before reaching air.

"Dravos Vandor," Elara Valkar said, her voice a blade honed by disdain, "do me a favor and stop dragging me into your questions about the night you nearly drowned. We're done. The Lunar Severance Phase stripped us clean. Whoe