Zevryn's eyes narrowed, as Kaelith's words echoed through the silence of the chamber. His breath hitched while a tremor ran through his frame. Without thinking, he pressed a hand to his chest, clutching the fabric over his heart as if trying to contain the sudden storm brewing inside.
A strange sensation unfurled within him, something between relief and ache. For a fleeting moment, the suffocating pressure that had been coiled around his chest till now seemed to lift, allowing him to take a full breath for the first time.
But that fragile reprieve was short-lived. The relief that had barely brushed his soul shattered the moment a voice, hateful and mocking echoed again in his memory.
"You have been bestowed a second chance mate!"
Seraphina's venomous words slithered through his mind like poison. It felt like acid being poured into his ears, burning through his sanity.
