Chapter 787: The Binding That Would Not Hold
11 Days To Go
The air was thick with the scent of incense, old blood, and something else—something metallic and sharp that clung to the back of the throat.
Victoria paced back and forth, her bare feet silent against the cold floor. Her gown pooled around her, and her golden bracelets chimed softly with each agitated step. Her face was twisted in frustration, her lips pressed into a thin line, her eyes blazing with barely contained fury.
She had been trying for hours.
And nothing was working.
