Slices of Midnight Chapter 14
A wounded butcher, a restless crowd, and a priestess with secrets—truth bleeds through every crack of the Isle.
I had never been able to match Isaac in a footrace—his legs were simply longer than mine. But what I lacked in stride, I made up for in sheer will.
“You’d best not let me win, Sir Isaac!” I shouted, breathless but determined. “We…