Chapter 149

Zarek

I can feel them laughing.

Not the sound of it—not yet—but the echo. That thin, irritating warmth that travels along the leyline when people forget they are prey. When they let themselves believe the storm has passed simply because the sky is quiet.

It crawls under my skin.

They’re resting. Touching. Pretending this is a romance instead of a war.

Good.

Hope makes the breaking cleaner.

I stand