Serene's Pov
“Agnar,” I whispered, still shocked.
A corner of his mouth lifted in a smile and he got up from the wooden chair. “Hello, Serene.”
I swallowed. His presence seemed to engulf the entire room, blurring out anything that was not him. “W-what are you doing here?”
“I missed you,” he replied simply, and the admission made my mind go blank, the reply wiped clean.
He waited, simply watching—smile still tugging at his lips, eyes faintly glowing
With a sudden catch in my throat, I swallowed again, opening my mouth to speak.“I—”
What was I trying to say? That I missed him, too? That I sometimes hear the echoes of his laughter in my head, or that I miss that calm that comforted, yet terrified me?
“How have you been?” he asked before I could get my words together.
“G-good.” My vo
