Chapter 42 -  The Royal Errand

The manor's kitchen smelled like old wine, regret, and whatever Jex had been cooking that left a green stain on the ceiling. I lay sprawled on the floor, still feeling like a jelly-filled donut after my Loafbearer powers had turned my bones to pudding. The glow of the First Loaf's crumbs flickered on my skin, making me look like a disco ball with a bad attitude. Lilith leaned against the counter, sharpening her scythe with a scritch-scritch that promised violence. Vorren hulked in the corner, polishing a dagger the size of my arm. Jex was rummaging through the pantry, muttering about cursed soup recipes. Mister Fog floated above the table, sipping tea that smelled like existential dread. And then there was Yvra Bororo, my ex-wife, standing in the doorway like she was about to deliver a royal decree or a divorce settlement. Spoiler: I'd already signed the papers for the latter.