Serene's mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions as she left her room, her steps purposeful as she navigated the corridors of the packhouse. She needed to find Thane, to explain the miraculous event that had taken place in her room. The flower, the inexplicable growth—it was all so astounding, and she was desperate to share her discovery with him.
As she turned a corner, lost in her thoughts, she collided with a solid figure. Her heart leaped in surprise as she stumbled back slightly, and she looked up to see Slate standing before her, his gaze unwavering and intense.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't our newfound guest," Slate drawled, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "What brings you roaming the halls?"
Serene regained her composure, her eyes meeting Slate's with unease. "I'm looki
