SERAPHINA’S POV
Tears burned my eyes. ‘Alina?’ I gasped.
I hadn’t realized it until there was a difference, but I’d been listening to her as if through a vacuum. Her voice had been muted, and because I’d never heard it any other way, I didn’t even know.
But now…
She was bright, vivid, full of untamed energy I never knew I possessed.
I pressed a trembling hand against my chest, heart pounding wildly as raw emotion surged inside, threatening to break me open.
“Are you alright?” Lucian's concern threaded through his low voice.
I blinked rapidly, the edges of the world refocusing around him. The moonlight still glistened on his dark hair, droplets of water sliding down his torso.
“I—” I smiled weakly, tears blurring my vision again. “I’m alright.”
More than alright, I was fucking fantastic.
‘Don’t cry, Sera,’ Alina purred. ‘It ruins your dramatic moment.’
A breathless laugh escaped me, half-disbelief, half-joy.
Lucian tilted his head slightly. “Sera? What’s so funny?”
