CHAPTER 88LUCIENThe courtyard outside the ballroom had turned into a battlefield of chaos and fear. People were everywhere, some still coughing and gasping for air, others lying on makeshift blankets while Elara’s healers and witches moved quickly among them administering antidotes and spells. The full moon hung heavy overhead, casting everything in a cold silver light that made the scene look even more surreal. I was helping carry an older noblewoman toward one of the treatment stations, my jacket still pulled up over my mouth and nose as a precaution, when my eyes kept drifting back to Lord Seraph.He was moving through the crowd like he belonged there, playing the perfect concerned elder. He knelt beside a young woman who was struggling to breathe, holding her hand and speaking softly to her while one of the healers worked on her. From a distance it looked noble, helpful, exactly what a loyal advisor should do in a crisis. But then, for just a split second, I saw it. Seraph’s lip
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