Chapter 85
Zeraphine’s POV
The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of candlelight flickering against the stone walls. Alera and Nyra were curled up beside me, their small bodies warm against mine as they whispered to each other in hushed voices. Their energy had settled after the encounter in the garden, but my mind was far from at ease.
Dad.
The word still echoed in my head, refusing to let me rest.
I ran a hand over Alera’s curls, smoothing them back as she yawned. Nyra was already half-asleep, her tiny fingers curled around the edge of my sleeve. I should have been focused on them, on the peace of this moment, but my thoughts kept circling back to Draven—his expression, the shock in his eyes, the way my own heart had stumbled when I saw him look at them.
A sharp knock at the door pu
