Chapter 59

Lysandra’s POV — Vorlund

“What about him?” I asked, my voice unsteady with anger and confusion as Brant gripped my arm and guided me through the chaos.

The street outside the tea house had become a mess of bodies, noise, and fear.

People were still running in every direction, shoving past one another without care, some screaming, some crying, some looking back over their shoulders as if they expec