Chapter 343: Clear-Cut Divide

Talia "From here to the Maldonian shores is about two weeks. I suggest you make the most of it," Kane said to me. His tone was neutral, but I couldn't help feeling a bit judged. I forced a smile and turned away, pushing thoughts of him and his misunderstandings with Morgana to the back of my mind. Magic—that’s what I needed to focus on. Not the tension between them. She clearly wasn’t interested in every effort he made to make things amicable. By the fourth day, I found myself standing on the deck, watching the sea beneath the ship. The waves were choppy, and a cold wind tugged at my hair. "You know," Avario said, suddenly appearing beside me, "I’ve sailed across the seas like a madman, with nothing but a hand on my shoulder." I raised my eyebrows. "Was it like... a figurative hand? Or are we talking an actual severed hand?" He chuckled, his golden eyes twinkling with amusement. "If it were an actual hand, what would you do?" I shrugged. "Given the stuff that’s happened lately? I