Aurenya’s POV
No one spoke after that.
Not immediately.
The room felt smaller somehow.
Like the memory had taken up space.
I sat on the edge of the bed again, trying to steady my breathing while Rhydan stayed close enough to catch me if I tilted too far.
I hated that he thought I needed catching.
But I hated the shaking in my hands more.
Kaelor crouched slightly in front of me, his expression careful.
“What exactly did you see?”
I stared at the floorboards.
The image still clung to me.
Stone walls.
Blood.
My father’s face.
That fear.
I swallowed hard.
“He wasn’t angry,” I said quietly.
Rhydan frowned.
“What?”
“My father.” I looked up slowly. “He wasn’t sealing me because he hated me.”
The words felt strange leaving my mouth.
Because that was what I had believed for ye
