Settling Disputes

(Chapter 88:Mira's Pov)

The night was unnervingly quiet. After the chaos of battle, the stillness felt unnatural, like the world itself was holding its breath.

Evangeline led us deeper into the fortress, her steps unhurried, her expression unreadable. The stone walls whispered with ancient magic, the remnants of whatever enchantments still lingered. My mind was racing, but my body ached with exhaustion. Every muscle screamed, yet I couldn't let myself rest—not yet.

Not when I still didn't trust her.

Not when I still didn't trust myself.

Lorenzo walked beside me, his presence grounding even in his weakened state. His wounds were healing too slowly, his usual strength dimmed by the fight. I felt the weight of what I had done—or rather, what I had become—pressing against my chest.