Chapter Eight
Ariana dipped her hand into the reflecting pool, letting the water trail between her fingers. She'd felt more lost in the past few days than she had in years. Her emotions were a jumbled mix, and she wasn't sure how to begin sorting them out. She was so used to being at the other end of the spectrum—offering a calming touch to ease other's burdens—it was strange she couldn't do it for herself.
“Ari?”
She turned at the sound of Alec's voice. His footsteps were quiet as he breeched the solitude of the meditation room.
“I didn't mean to interrupt your reflection. Do you want me to come back later?”
She shook her head and returned her gaze to the water. “No. I was just trying to make sense of everything, but it doesn't seem to be working.”
He frowned and sat beside her. Ari
