Chapter 45
Zeraphine's POV
The room smelled of pine and cinnamon, the faint scent of Christmas in the air. I curled up on the couch with my phone pressed to my ear, listening to Rakura’s soft, familiar voice. She was describing the decorations she had just put up in her home.
“There’s a garland over the fireplace now,” she said, a hint of pride in her voice. “And the twins insisted on hanging every ornament themselves. You should see Alera’s face when she finally placed the star on top of the tree.”
I smiled, imagining the scene. “They must’ve loved it. I wish I could’ve been there to help.”
“You’re busy where you are,” she replied gently, but there was a note of worry in her tone. “Have you started your own decorations yet?”
I glanced at the bare corner of my room where I’d planned
