Chapter 88
Annalise
A couple of hours passed, and I found myself in the palace library, aimlessly flipping through the pages of an ancient book. My mind was anything but focused. The weight of my return, the plan, the doubts, and the unresolved emotions clawed at my thoughts.
Then, the door burst open with a loud bang.
I stiffened, my fingers curling around the edge of the book, as Sylus strode in like he owned the world—which, to be fair, he did. His presence was as commanding as ever, exuding authority with every step. But it wasn’t just him.
Three men followed behind, all dressed in the regal attire of the royal council. I recognized them immediately. But one face in particular made my breath catch—my father.
His gaze landed on me, filled with something unreadable. Gloom, regret,
