Seraphina's Point Of View
"That's impossible."
Azriel's voice didn't just fill the room, it sliced through it like a blade through silk. Sharp. Immediate. Absolute. For a moment, no one moved. The air itself seemed to freeze, suspended in the wake of his declaration.
Not me. Not Rose. Not even Lucian, who stood motionless, staring at me as though I were a puzzle with missing pieces… pieces he desperately needed to find.
I released a slow breath, folding my arms loosely across my chest. My head tilted just slightly, a gesture I hoped appeared more casual than I felt.
"Well," I said, keeping my voice calm, almost dry, "you can see it. Clear as day."
The letter rested on the desk between us. Heavy with implication. Loud in its silence. The three men said nothing, but their silence spoke volumes. I could feel the atmosphere shifting around us, molecules rearranging themselves into something denser, more volatile.
The shift.
