Syria’s POV
I suddenly turned my head when I caught something move.
It felt like someone was watching us.
“You should think about all of these, Syria…”
I stared off for a moment, scanning the room, the corners, and even the shadows behind the curtains.
“Syria?”
Violet was mid-sentence, and I hadn’t realized until her voice snapped me back.
“Syria, I think you’re just being ridiculous right now,” she said, her tone sharper now, as if she thought it all absurd.
She leaned a little closer, searching my face for slight hesitation from everything I said.
“I mean, I’m not judging you, but… are you really sure about what you’re telling me?”
I bit my bottom lip, my fingers twitching nervously against the ceramic teapot sitting between us.
I couldn’t even bring myself to pour another cup
