Page 111 of Savage Crown

The moment Vael chose to hand Seraphina over, he signed his death warrant.

Blood will reek.

A movement in the shadows.

I turn, already reaching for my blade.

But I don’t need it.

The dark elf stepping toward me isn’t here to fight.

He’s here to deliver a message.

He grins, sharp teeth flashing in the moonlight.

“Rylan,” he drawls, voice dripping with mockery. “You’re expected.”

I don’t speak.

I let him keep talking.

The bastard enjoys it.

He pulls a folded parchment from his coat and tosses it at my feet.

I don’t pick it up immediately.

I don’t need to.

I already know who it’s from.

Nhilian.

I unfold the parchment, scanning the elegant, slanted script.

A dinner invitation.

A taunt wrapped in silk and civility.

Rylan,

I assume by now you’ve realized what you’ve lost.

Shall we discuss the terms of what you will do to get it back?

Come to my home.

Let’s dine together.

Your dear uncle, Nhilian

The ragein my veins ignites into something lethal.

He thinks this is a game.

He thinks he’s already won.

I roll my shoulders, forcing a slow, measured breath.

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