Chapter 49

Ink

I basked in the early morning sun gilding the Duke of Talyesinth’s private study, sleep still clinging to my eyes. Mind raw from a night spent tossing and turning. Apparently, not even my body’s burnout could have quieted the thoughts or suppressed the nightmares of the Skorpyon.

I gazed out from the floor-to-ceiling windows offering an unobstructed view of the Ash Falls, which looked paler than usual—drained of life, if ash even had any.