Chapter 59: Threads of Suspicion
The smoke from Ren's stray magic still hung faint in the air, cold night wind streaming through the jagged hole in the wall as Lord Valerius paced the wrecked chamber, his face still purpled with rage.
Servants lingered in the splintered doorway, wide-eyed and silent, while Bart and a pair of knights stood guard, hands still on their sword hilts.
Hannah leaned against the remains of the wooden table, her chest slowly steadying, one hand pressed unobtrusively to her torso where the dragon egg hummed beneath her tunic — fainter now, but still leeching at her golden magic like a persistent hunger.
Ren's smoky, invisible form hovered just above her shoulder, his irritation simmering in the back of her mind, sharp but quiet, unwilling to reveal himself to the strangers filling the room.
"Guards!" Lord Valerius barked, spinning to face the knights at his back.
