Chapter 173

Elara's POV

The next few days passed in a strange, quiet rhythm. I stayed at Zarek's villa, letting the wound on my arm knit back together.

To me, it was a shallow cut, hardly worth noticing compared to the scars the borderlands had carved into me. But Zarek treated it as though I'd been struck down by silver. He had the kitchen overhaul every meal into some carefully balanced, nutrient-dense feas