Lucian's Pov
I wanted to crawl out of my skin.
Rip it off. Step into someone else's life—someone simpler, someone without a kingdom on the brink of war, without a Council of Elders trying to maneuver him like a pawn, without rogues calling his mate a traitor, without a dead father's debts to collect.
Just for a day. Maybe even a few hours.
But no, here I was, dragging Sera with me to the edge of the world to collect a favor from a man most people weren't sure even existed.
Elarion the Myric.
A spirit wizard. A legend. A myth. A living enigma.
There was no record of his age. Some said he was born from the ashes of the first magic war. Others claimed he was once mortal and traded his soul for knowledge and eternity. Whatever the truth was, he was old, powerful, and cunning. Three things you never want to see combined in a person you're asking a favor from.
