Serenya's POV
I can feel him watching me before he speaks — like he’s waiting for a crack. Darian folds his hands, jaw tight. “So tell me straight — what are you actually planning to do, Seri? Infiltrate them? How?” He presses his lips together. “They know who you are. The Dravenharts and the Veyras — they’ll recognize you eventually.”
I roll my eyes, a brittle smile that feels more like steel than happiness. I put both palms flat on the bed, steadying myself. No theatrics. The second ring, I sign. You saw my other face. You heard me. I wear it, I become someone else. I can get close without being compromised. I can listen. I can find who took my father and why that ring is on Celestine’s finger.
Darian’s voice drops, low enough that it could be a warning. “This isn’t a costume, Seri. T
