POV: Kaelira
I pressed my hand against the wall and breathed.
Sera was already being moved by Ronan's guards through the lower exit, wrapped back in her cloak, gone before anyone else could find her, and Ronan was beside me with his hand on my arm saying my name in that quiet careful way he used when he was trying not to alarm the guards standing ten feet away.
"Kaelira."
"I am fine," I said.
"You are not fine," he said, "you look like someone told you the floor was not real."
"Give me a moment.”
He gave me the moment, standing close enough that his shoulder was against mine, and I stood there in the portrait room with Lyriana's eyes on me from the wall and the name sitting in my chest like something burning and tried to decide what to do with it.
I could not tell him here.
Not wi
