Chapter 42 – Of Lovers, Legends, and Leftover Ghosts

The Keep was quiet that morning.

Which, by now, everyone knew was a terrible sign.

“Where is the soup?” Lyra’s voice carried from the lower hall like a thunderclap.

Kael, shirtless and half-awake, ducked out of the kitchen holding two mugs of spiced cider and a slice of burnt toast.

“You’re holding ...

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