ELENA'S POV
I came back to the cabin with a gasp.
Not the violent crash of the first vision.
Something more controlled this time, like surfacing from deep water instead of being thrown out of it. My hands were on the armrests of the chair. My feet were flat on the floor. I'd stayed in my body this time even while part of me was three hundred years away.
Progress.
Seraphine was watching me from across the small table between us. She hadn't moved. Hadn't spoken.
Just waited with the patience of someone who had been waiting for things for three centuries and knew how to do it without filling the silence.
"It was Morgana," I said.
"Yes."
"She was inside those walls. She knew everyone. She had the key." I looked at my hands on the armrests. "She was trusted. Loved, you said. By my an
