Chapter 372

Elara's POV

Zorath's hand tightened around his chopsticks, his knuckles whitening with quiet restraint. Thankfully, the food began to arrive, filling the silence with the soft clatter of plates and the aroma of roasted meat and herbs.

We ate slowly, talking about what had happened in the Prime Citadel during my days of confinement on the island. Neither Zorath nor Kyra asked what had occurred betw