Chapter 121

Drakon stepped out of Morna's modiste, the door closing behind him with a soft chime of the bell. The conversation with Morna still echoed in his mind, her words lingering like an unshakable ghost.

"Drakon, I want you."

Her voice had been filled with longing, matching the ache in his own heart. He had wanted to lose himself in her, to forget the burdens that weighed him down. But his sense of duty, twisted and manipulated as it was, had forced him to pull back. His heart was a tumultuous storm, emotions warring within him. He knew he had done the right thing by leaving, but the hollow...