Chapter 68 : The Jealous Flame
There were many things Revantra prided herself on.
Her legendary fire magic. Her former dominion over ten demon provinces. Her flawless posture. Her ability to destroy enchanted golems with a single snap. And, more recently, her growing tolerance for public school uniforms.
But patience?
Patience was not one of them.
And definitely not when it came to watching Elias lean a little too close to a woman with glossy red hair and a laugh like falling petals.
Revantra stood in the hospital's side corridor, pretending to admire a mana chart on "the long-term effects of improper healing incantations," though her eyes were very much on the breakroom's open doorway. Through the sliver, she could see Elias and the woman—Mariel, a fellow healer from ward three—laughing about something.
He had that soft, warm look on his face. The one he rarely showed anyone. The one Revantra thought was hers.
She blinked once.
Then the door handle next to her made a high-pitched sizzle and promptly melted into a sad, metallic loop.
She stared at it.
"...Oops."