Chapter 561

The chill of the night air, fraught with a tension as thick as molasses, wove through the space between them like an unwelcome specter.

Avery’s heart plunged the moment he saw his beloved Evadne standing with Thaddeus, the joy of her presence crashing down. around him, shattering like fragile glass.

“Evadne, my dear, you’ve come?” Mrs. Chambers‘ eyes sparkled with a tender gleam, and she looked as if she would rise from her wheelchair to embrace the girl if only her legs would allow it.

It was curious how Mrs. Chambers, whose memory often faltered when it came to her own son, never failed to recognize Evadne’s striking beauty. Her affection was a poorly kept secret, transparent as glass.

“Mrs. Chambers, good to see you,” Evadne greeted, bowing her head in polite deference.

Thaddeus wrapped a protective arm around Evadne’s waist, his gaze sharp and unyielding as a blade of ice, vigilant of Avery’s every move.

“Evadne, who is this?” Mrs. Chambers asked, bewildered by Thaddeus‘ stoic expression, clutching the hem of Avery’s shirt for

reassurance.

gaze lingered on the man’s chiseled profile, about to speak when Avery, adjusting his gold–rimmed glasses, stole the moment with a smile. “Evadne, what a coincidence to bump into you here. Are you heading out on

he acted as though Thaddeus wasn’t even there. –

of Mrs. Chambers. “You know the darkness you’ve conjured, the blood

ever so slightly, his gaze loaded with a love as brilliant

is Evadne talking about? I don’t understand,” Mrs. Chambers

quite normal that you don’t understand, as I’m equally perplexed,” Avery reassured, hands gently massaging his mother’s shoulders, his angelic features belying the venom within. “Evadne, who’s Eden?

chest at the memory of he and Cassius’s near–fatal encounter on Star Island while pursuing

the puppet master

What, a quicker

on her waist,

to Debby and her husband far away in Helgen. But this was not the time for trivial verbal victories. She sought a reckoning, Avery’s comeuppance, his atonement.

Mrs. Chambers

for years, her son’s care leaving her fragile as a leaf. Although autumn was nigh in Elmsworth,

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