Chapter 61

Dorian‘s pov.

The moment I reached the outskirts of the Taverna, the hairs on the back of my neck stood up. My boots crunched over the gravel path, each step heavy with tension I couldn’t shake. The Taverna was alive—voices, laughter, the clatter of tankards—but my eyes scanned the crowd with p...

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