Confused.
Scared and also afraid.
These were the feelings Jenna could give a name amongst others. Wishing that Rhane was here to keep her grounded. She could stubbornly ask that she no longer wished to partake, but that would be impulsive… and it might hurt Rhane.
Jenna pressed her palm against her knee, her fingers twitching. The whole place felt colder than usual, even though the sun was still out. Every thought in her head sounded too loud. Every heartbeat was a warning.
She didn't even know what she was more afraid of— the council, Lois, or herself.
If Rhane were here, he would tell her to breathe. He'd say it softly, the way he did when her anger came before her reason. She would have listened too. But he wasn't here. And now the silence was crawling, whispering things she didn't want to hear.
