Incubus Reborn: Sleepless promise
“You saw them! Half the ward chanting her name, the priests tripping over their own tongues. That was a victory if I’ve ever seen one.”
“It was a spark,” Lucian said, his voice even but edged. He sat across from Saraphina, blade laid flat on the table, fingertips resting against the steel. “But sparks draw wind. And Malrec will answer.”
Mirielle dropped a bundle of parchment on the table — copies of the ledger, smudged ink still drying. “He will try to crush us, yes. But you saw it with your own eyes. The people believed. They carried those names like scripture.”