"I think we have visitors," Urag said suddenly, his voice sharp as he turned away from Eiravyne and moved swiftly toward the window.
His eyes narrowed as he peered outside, and a dark, knowing smile spread across his lips. "Your pathetic husband is here."
Eiravyne's heart pounded in her chest, panic rising as she realized the gravity of the situation.
She had used her powers on Ilkar, and now he was hunting her down, all while she still struggled with the lingering effects of Karl's spell.
Her body was weak, her energy drained, and all she craved was rest.
The last thing she wanted was to face Ilkar, especially not in her current state.
She looked down, her hands clenching tightly around the sheets as she whispered, "I-I… don't want to meet him ..e-ever again."
Urag let out a low, amused chuckle, his confidence palpable as he turned back to her.
