Chapter 28

The palace gates loomed ahead as our carriage rolled to a stop. The moment the door swung open, the cool evening air rushed in, carrying the faint scent of damp stone and burning torches.

Waiting just outside, arms crossed, was Gael.

Of course.

His usual lazy smirk was firmly in place as he leaned against a stone pillar, looking me over as if trying to decide whether I was worth acknowledging.

“Ba