Chapter 31 : Visiting the Ruins Again
It started with a question.
Not Rhea's question—those usually came in the form of "Can I eat this?" or "Why don't they use fire magic to make toast faster?" (To be fair, her idea had some merit. Less so after the toaster exploded.)
No, this time it was my question.
Why had the contract grown?
And why had it started now?
Three days had passed since the bracelet of glowing runes curled around my wrist. It hadn't faded. If anything, it had settled in—like a tattoo made of moonlight and bad decisions.
It didn't hurt. It didn't pulse like a curse. But it didn't feel passive, either.
It watched.
Sometimes, when I reached out to pat Rhea's head or yank her out of a potential meltdown, I'd feel it buzz, like it approved.
Which was unsettling.
Very few body parts should feel smug.