[Lavinia's POV]
[Imperial Chamber—Still Processing Fate-Bending Nonsense]
I stared at the page.
Then blinked.
Then stared harder, like maybe—just maybe—the ink would get uncomfortable and start explaining itself.
"…bend the thread of fate itself when the bond is strong enough. But at a price."
Okay. First of all: what price?
Second of all: WHAT price?!
Third of all: why is there never a helpful footnote when you actually need one?
I closed the book slowly. Carefully. Like I was sealing away a cursed scroll that might explode if I looked at it wrong. Then, with the subtlety of a suspicious cat, I opened it again… just to make sure I didn't imagine it.
Nope. Still there. Still dramatic. Still offering zero explanations. Just more ancient mystery scribbled by Quillan the Overdramatic Scribe of Doom.
With a sigh of equal parts dread and caffeine withdrawal, I turned to Marshi.
