Countess Denica

"And if I come back?" Elias asked.

"The tower falls," she corrected. "I will simply... fade. A mercy." countess denica

Elias had scaled the slick stones of the Spire at midnight. He had bypassed the mechanical guardians—bronze spiders that clicked and skittered in the gloom. He had picked the triple-locked door of the study. He was the best. "And if I come back