Chapter 40 Chapter 40

“Yes,” Azya said, smirking.

“Screw you,” I said, and she laughed.

“Finally, we can drop the formalities,” Daya said.

Baltazar stepped forward, his boots crunching softly against the gravel path. “We need to talk.”

That clipped, low tone meant only one thing.

“What now?” I asked.

He turned slight...