Chapter 155

Elara's POV

Even the memory of that forbidden chamber in the Vane Grounds—its stench of secrets, of chains, of blood—and the lash marks across Zarek's back, made bile rise in my throat. My revulsion toward his father, Kaldor Vane, had long since calcified into something darker than hate.

And yet, when Zarek's eyes found mine now, steady and searching, the words I wanted to say caught in my throat.