NOVA
There's a reason I hate silence. It doesn't just sit there, all polite and awkward. It listens. It hears every damn thing you're trying to bury under sass, rage and bad decisions. And right now, Uriel's silence is the loudest thing in the room.
"What did you just say?" I ask, almost breathless. My fingers dig into the edge of the journal behind me as I try not to show how rattled his presence has made me.
"You can trust me," he says again, his voice softer this time. "Nova."
The way he says my name makes me flinch. Clearly, it's not new information to him. It's some sort of confirmation. It's like he's been waiting for this moment. And... that unsettles me. I don't like being read like a damn diary. It's bad enough that Rhydar is constantly in my head. Now there's another freak wh
