Seren could still hear the priestess laughing, a sound too subtle to be derisive but too perceptive to be innocent. Seren's already shaking body felt sickened by the way her palm lingered on Kael's chest. She was unable to distinguish between the intense rage pressing like an animal in a cage between her ribs and her pregnancy.
Kael didn’t move. His eyes remained dull, void of recognition, no flicker of memory igniting at the sight of Seren. She took a step forward, ignoring the ache in her ankles and the weight of her unborn child dragging at her spine.
“Don’t touch him,” Seren rasped. Her voice lacked its usual command, choked by too many nights of searching, too many moments spent whispering his name to a moon that gave her no answer.
The priestess turned. Her hand dropped from Kae
