Semua Bab Her Enemy, His Curse: Bab 91 - Bab 92

Lucian We rode in silence for miles. The Tower faded behind us like a bad memory—too vast to forget, too quiet to trust. I kept glancing back over my shoulder, half-expecting it to shudder, to scream, to collapse into itself. But it only stood. Watching. Waiting. The land changed slowly the farther south we rode. The grass grew thinner. The trees more sparse. Earth itself seemed reluctant to remember life here. As if something in the soil had once bitten down on death and hadn’t yet spat out the taste. We passed no other travelers. No birds. No sound beyond hoofbeats and wind. Arielle rode ahead. She hadn’t said much since we left. She watched the road like it was a puzzle, not a path—each stone a riddle. The sun struck her hair, turning it into bronze fire. But there was something brittle in the way she sat her saddle. Something coiled. I didn’t ask. Not yet. She’d speak when she was ready. Theron lagged behind. He muttered under his breath occasionally, half-curses and fr