••{RHIANNON'S POV}••
The night air is cool against my skin but I barely feel it.
My heart hasn't settled.
My thoughts haven't either.
I'm still standing in the same spot Nayeesha left me because I can't stop turning it over in my mind.
Did I actually understand what Seraphim said?
Or did I imagine it?
I keep trying to convince myself it was the latter. That my mind, already overwhelmed from everything that's happened tonight, simply filled in the blank with a meaning that wasn't there. That it was a coincidence. That it meant nothing.
But the certainty I felt in that moment wasn't something I invented.
I simply just… knew.
And that terrifies me in a way I don't have the words to explain.
Seraphim's voice pulls me out of my thoughts.
"You're awfully quiet."
I look at him, realizing he's been watching me.
"Are you still frightened by Agnarath and Dawnstar?" he asks.
"No," I say immediately.
But the lie barely makes it past my lips before I correct myself.
