Three days had passed since Vane walked into the Red Tower and broke bread with the warlords.
For the average student at Zenith Academy, three days was a blur of lectures, tea in the solariums, and polishing mana crystals. It was a civilized existence.
For Vane, it was a seventy-two-hour siege.
Ashe Razar had taken his comment about "settling the debt" as an open invitation to invade every aspect of his life. She had become an environmental hazard. She did not attack him directly. That would have been too simple. Instead, she eroded his sanity with the relentless, suffocating pressure of a predator toying with its food.
