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Chapter 158: The Noose Tightens

Author: Nana A
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-24 16:56:15

Kael

Veyra didn’t move at first. She just stood there, framed by smoke and ruin, like some vulture dressed in silk.

Her eyes lingered on the shredded tent walls, on the blackened bones of what used to be half the outpost, on me—and then, like the inevitable cut of a blade, they slid to Elara.

I shifted. Subtle. Enough to block most of her view.

But not enough.

Because Veyra’s lips curved in that way predators smile when they smell blood.

“This,” she murmured, stepping inside, skirts whispering over ash, “is fascinating.”

Behind her, two more councilors followed—Aric, all cold iron and judgment, and Maelis, face hidden behind a veil of silver thread. Their boots crunched over the dirt, tracking soot like ink across parchment.

The air thickened. Heavy with rules and wrath.

Elara didn’t move. Didn’t speak. Just lay there under my cloak, breathing too shallow, her eyes glinting through the shadow like twin shards of starlight.

I planted myself between her and them, han
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