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CHAPTER 7 What the Tunnels Knew

作者: Lady Lovelock
last update 公開日: 2026-08-05 12:51:35

The tunnels didn't end. They branched instead, multiplying like a heartbeat, each turn taking us deeper into the buried city beneath Avelune's polite geometry. Cassian moved through them like they were home — which, I was beginning to suspect, they were. His hand never left mine, a pressure somewhere between guidance and claim, and Lysandra, who objected to nearly everything, did not object to it.

This is the trouble with finally having a wolf of your own. She has very strong opinions and absol
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