Chapter 106: The Shattered Anchor (Part 2)
The Royal Palace was quiet.
Elara Hardsteel sat in the plush armchair of her private chambers, a thick, leather-bound romance novel resting open in her lap.
But she wasn't reading. She was tracing the collar of her silk nightgown, her fingertips lingering on the exact spot where Grik had pressed his lips.
Her heart fluttered at the memory of his heavy, possessive grip.
The crushing weight of her Aether-Lung disease was a distant nightmare now.
She was finally alive, and she belonged entirely to the Goblin Lord.
She smiled, turning the page.
KRA-KOOOOOOM!
Without a single warning, the entire eastern wall of her bedchamber violently detonated.
The shockwave hit Elara like a physical battering ram.
She was thrown backward through the air, her chair splintering as she crashed brutally onto the polished marble floor.
"Gahh!"
Elara gasped, her ears ringing with a deafening, high-pitched whine.
