Chapter 50

Darius’s POV — Novaria

Darius remained still for a moment after the shadow vanished, his hand still raised from where he had snapped his fingers.

Then slowly, he lowered it.

The silence pressed in again, broken only by the faint crackle of burning herbs somewhere along the walls. The scent had not faded. It never did. It lingered, clinging to everything, seeping into his breath, into his skin, int