Part 2, Chapter 118 “Stranger, you do not know. The cruelty that lies dormant within her.” Jio’s voice, reciting the lines, was languid, drowsy with sleep. It was one of the rare days the two of them hadn’t fought. As the connection with the World Tree thickened— Puccini, “Turandot” —the days when Jio didn’t wake also increased. It was because...
🔒