Lailani's pov
I sat at my desk, fingers tracing the edge of the broken jade nestled in my hand.
My heart felt heavy, thoughts tangled and knotted around the memory of yesterday.
The gem—my last connection to the Faery Kingdom, a piece of my mother—was gone.
Yes, Aziel had done his best to comfort me, and I was grateful, but I couldn’t shake the emptiness left behind by the shattered jade.
As I stared down at the fragments, a tiny, glowing light drifted into the room, catching my attention.
It glimmered and pulsed, slowly transforming into a figure as familiar to me as my own reflection.
Lucian.
"Lailani," he said softly, taking in my expression.
"What’s wrong?"
My breath caught as I looked up at him. Just the sight of him, calm and confident as ever, gave me a sliver of hope
