Amon kept his arms wrapped around Seraphina, holding her close as she clung to him with surprising strength.
The world around them seemed to fade for a brief moment. Her body was warm from her earlier training, and the faint scent of sweat mixed with the light floral fragrance she always carried lingered in the air.
With a trembling voice filled with emotion, Seraphina whispered against his neck, "I was so worried. I thought I wouldn't be seeing you again..."
Amon was genuinely surprised by the depth of her concern.
He questioned himself silently. Was he always this close to Seraphina? During the first few months at the Academy, he had spent countless hours training and sparring with her.
He was always the one teasing her, talking to her endlessly, and trying to draw her out of her shell. She had always been the calm, quiet girl who spoke very little. She was the complete opposite of Eliana.
