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Chapter 82

Author: Naomi Oh
last update publish date: 2026-09-12 22:41:19

Chapter 82: Aneira’s POV

A servant found me in my room just past midday, hunched over one of the witches' old manuals with three others stacked open around me, trying to piece together anything that might tell me how to help a pup I wasn't even allowed near anymore. I'd been at it since dawn, ever since Altair's ruling had left me with nothing else to do with my hands and far too much time to sit with what I'd seen.

The servant apologized for the interruption, saying only that Lady Aurelia wis
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