Serene's Pov
Dressed, I made my way to his room, ignoring the nervous tightening of my stomach.
“Well, there's an angel,” Sebastian said as he saw me approach. “Agnar, you dog. I'll take your ungratefulness and present you with your surprise anyway. Ready?”
Agnar's voice filtered out from the open room. “I can only assume every last one of you in this house has gone stark, raving mad. And since madness deserves no courtesy, you’ll forgive me if I don’t waste my breath on replies you’ve not earned—”
He trailed off when he saw me. “Serene?”
“See?” asked Sebastian before taking his leave.
Agnar kept staring at me, his expression unreadable, as though he were trying to place me in a memory. My palms itched at my sides, but I forced them still.
“Are you the surprise they’ve been talking
