Ariane:
Seris’s shadows slithered around me, around the walls, and along the floors as he carried me through the house.
His eyes were glassy, and I knew he used his bond with the others to speak with them.
In seconds, I was sitting in a big, fluffy chair with a tall, icy drink in my hand. I hummed as the carbonation bit at my tongue. But even that slice of comfort wasn't enough to ward off the silence.
“Better?” Seris asked with a smile.
I simply nodded and thanked him, watching his every movement as he strode away and headed for a window that overlooked his city.
The war room was quiet, so hushed it was eerie.
It was not the quiet of peace, but the kind that came before something terrible. I couldn't sit any longer, so I downed the drink and stood to move around.
My palms sweat
