Danielle didn’t move when the door opened again. She barely had the energy to lift her head, but the familiar cadence of Christina’s cautious footsteps gave her enough will to glance up.
Christina peeked in first, followed closely by Seth—stoic as ever, expression unreadable. His eyes swept the room before settling on Danielle, his jaw tightening just a little. Danielle wondered if he could still feel the aftershocks of whatever the Veilborn had done to her. She didn’t know if she was still feeling it, or just exhausted.
“Hey,” Christina said softly. “Did you and Rose have a nice talk?”
Danielle gave a noncommittal shrug. “I guess.”
Christina eased into the room and sat at the edge of the chair across from her. “What happened?”
She slid her fingers along the edge of the couch cushion,
