Seraphina grinned widely when she saw that her powers had been able to complete the bond that had begun forming between Drystan and herself.
Giddily, she crossed the bridge and followed the sound of his screams into his conscience as she reached the magnanimous and regal gates guarding his mind palace.
Seraphina looked up and found the lock to be made up of two gold dragon heads joined together as she placed her fingers on them and closed her eyes.
“Let me in, my love.” She whispered, trying to reach out to him, now knowing that he was the one who had been trying to make contact with her conscience.
With a click, the mental locks opened one after the other and the gates pushed open as she stepped through them.
Even through his anguish, Drystan had allowed her inside, sensing her
