Royal Alpha Roar.
I don’t need to open my eyes to know—I can feel it. My wound is closing, my body is mending. I can feel the temperature of the air and it says one thing—Perilous is back to strength. And so suddenly, my nose flares because I smell her… I smell Serayah… so strongly, so potently, like she is right in front of me.
It’s too strong, too vivid, too real. But it can’t be. It would be a hallucination if I saw her now. Not after what I did. Not after the way I let blood splatter onto her skin, the way I shattered the fragile thread between us.
Perilious, stop it, you flint. She is not here.
Stop imagining things. Stop affecting me. Is it not enough that I am already going mad? I beg you… do not torment me. You know I am already broken—my heart is a tattered ruin. If she is no
