Chapter Eighty-Five
Lucianna’s POV
I never thought I’d smell it in the air. It was a bit of sweet and woody, mixed with a hint of bitter bits. Hope.
It was too soon to conclude but the moment all of us settled inside Jacob’s office, I knew something has changed. It wasn’t just the atmosphere, it wasn’t just the air or our aura’s. Its something I couldn’t explain.
“Okay, baby, anytime you’re ready…” Ashira said again in a comforting voice but I know how she feels as hopeful as I was. Though hers were blended with a bit of concern and I understand why. Quillon is still a kid, despite his advanced state of development and power.
Quillon looked at us one by one. His innocent eyes made me feel guilty for having him shoulder such a huge responsibility. If only Fhoxia’s time wasn’t up before
