4
Callia
I was already trembling before he even touched me.
The chamber was different tonight. The light had changed. It was much more darker now, with soft blue fire flickering along the edges of the coral walls. The ocean felt like it was holding it’s breath.
I stood at the center of the room, bare, my skin still damp from the perfumed bath one of his priestesses had drawn me into without a word. They’d combed my hair until it hung like silk down my back, then left me here without instruction but only a whispered phrase as the door closed behind them:
“Trust him.”
My heart thudded loud in the hush.
He appeared from behind one of the stone arches, wearing a long dark robe that dragged behind him like liquid shadow. The air shifted when he entered. It felt more charged with electric
