TATIANA POV
“Tatiana, are you alright?” Raphael’s voice worked its way through the gloom of the throne room as he stepped a few feet nearer. The air remained thick with tension from the aftermath of the fight with Harper.
I turned away, swallowing hard. “I’m fine,” I said, although the tremor in my voice betrayed my honesty. “I just… need a moment.”
“Since when does fine look this way?” he said, drawing the brows together on his forehead. “You just faced Harper. You almost lost everything.”
I shook my head, desperately trying to shove away the ghost memories of that confrontation and accompanying pain. “I don’t want to talk about it. Not now.”
Raphael frowned, but he didn’t argue. Instead, he turned to where the healer was tending to Lawrence, and I felt a wave of guilt wash over me.
