The Ritual Sabotage

KALLIRA

I did not sleep a single second. The long, grueling hours of the night dragged on, a ruthless, inescapable loop of Torin’s low, commanding voice playing over and over in the dark confines of my bedroom. The shadows clinging to the walls seemed to mock me, shifting into the shapes of the two traitors standing just outside my door. *I'm going to breed you, Giselle.* The echo of his explicit