The night was calm above Shadow City.
The moon hung low, veiled by a faint mist that made the skyline shimmer in silver hues.
Seraphina lay in the massive, silken bed surrounded by her husbands. The warmth of their bodies enveloped her, the faint sound of their slow, even breaths filling the quiet chamber. Raven's arm was looped protectively around her waist, Arwan's hand rested over her heart, and on the other side, Kethan and Lucian lay close, forming an unbreakable circle of warmth around her.
It was a beautiful, quiet night.
But for Seraphina, peace was never long-lived.
Just minutes after her eyes fluttered closed, her consciousness stirred, pulled gently but unmistakably away from the realm of reality.
The familiar sensation of soft golden light surrounded her, pulling her deeper into River's dreamscape.
