Previous chapter:
Chapter 120: The Annual Elf-Human Showdown (9)
Next chapter:
Chapter 122: Departure, and the Absence No One Mourned
PREVIEW
... sed like captured starlight, it felt still. Not tense — not quite — but watchful.
Like the whole structure had ears. Or perhaps, more accurately, eyes.
Specifically, the eyes of the Elf King, who had been glaring at Luka for the past twenty minutes.
Luka had counted.
Twenty minutes. No blinking.
Serene sat beside him, composed and radiant as always, her expression calm and unreadable — though Luka had caught her glancing at the king's furrowed brow with gr ...
YOU MAY ALSO LIKE