We spent the next hour unpacking the rest of her things. Most of the time, Iris was the one talking while I arranged her books and clothes.
It felt nice and normal, just like the old days.
For once, nobody was talking about prophecies, rogues, or mysterious glowing bracelets.
I was placing some folded clothes inside her wardrobe when Iris suddenly spoke.
“So…”
I immediately narrowed my eyes. That tone never meant anything good.
“So what?”
She grinned. “Tell me about Seraphina.”
I paused. Of course, she would ask about her.
I sighed dramatically. “What about her?”
Iris sat on the edge of the bed. “Is she still obsessed with Cain?”
I nearly laughed. “Obsessed is putting it nicely.”
“Oh, Goddess.”
“It’s true.”
Iris burst out laughing. “I can’t believe someone can be this shamele
