Elara
It was a cold morning, the wind whistled like a quiet warning, but inside my room, everything was still.
I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at the door, waiting.
Waiting for Xavier.
Waiting for a reply that hadn’t come.
It had been two days since Olivia sent the letter. Two days of silence.
I wanted to be calm, but my thoughts wouldn’t stop.
Would he answer? Would he come? Would he laugh? Ignore me? Curse me?
Nova tried to ease me.
“Patience,” she whispered. “The heart moves slower than the mind.”
But my heart wasn’t slow. It was racing.
I stood up suddenly and walked toward the wardrobe. My fingers brushed over the worn edges of the wooden box at the bottom. Seraphina’s box
I opened it gently for the second time.
Inside a silver chain with a crystal pendant, shaped li
