Chapter 115
Zeraphine’s POV
The walls of Rakura’s chambers felt smaller than they had moments ago, as if they were pressing in, suffocating me. The flickering candlelight cast restless shadows, stretching and shrinking like they, too, were struggling for air. My breath came unevenly, the tightness in my chest refusing to ease no matter how deeply I inhaled. The faint scent of herbs and aged parchment clung to the air, grounding me in a place I no longer felt present in.
I sat at the edge of a chair, my hands clenched in my lap, my knuckles pale with the force of my grip. My mind wasn’t here—it was still trapped in the hallway outside Draven’s room. The voice. Low, edged with something I couldn’t name. The weight in his tone, thick with an emotion that curled around my spine, making my s
