Chapter 58 The Kiss That Wasn’t a Kiss

The cold night air of the Moonvale courtyard was crisp, smelling of crushed frost, pine needles, and pure, unfiltered adrenaline.

"I still say dropping a smoke bomb in the middle of a formal diplomatic ball was a terribly dramatic way to end the waltz, Evander!" I shouted, holding my brass Mending ...

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