Chapter 113 – Awakening The Blood - 1
The sun was still high when Ethan and Lirael had left the slave trader's shop. The streets hummed with the lazy rhythm of afternoon life—vendors calling out, horses clattering past, the faint scent of roasted meat and spilled ale drifting in the air.
They stopped by a tavern for lunch, then returned to the same quiet inn they had stayed in the previous night. Inside their rented room, the muffled noise of the city faded, leaving only the creak of wood and the faint rustle of curtains stirred by a summer breeze.
Lirael sat on the edge of the bed, arms folded defensively across her chest.
"You… what do you plan to do?" she asked, her voice sharper than intended.
Ethan tilted his head, half a smirk tugging at his lips. "You really have your mind always in that place don't you? Don't tell me you thought I was going to—" He took a slow step forward, deliberately teasing. "Well, if you want me to, I could…"
