Kael
I kept up with the news from Agrevia's royal house.
Seraphina's uncle had been suspiciously quiet since the entire incident. My spies in the royal house could only do so much.
I had a very strong hunch about Lord Varyn—Seraphina's uncle, but the only way to be completely sure of my suspicions was if we went back to the palace.
We had to go back. After all, they said keep your friends close and your enemies closer.
I stared out the window of the study, the early morning light bleeding through the walls of the room.
The White House had been peaceful these past few weeks. I should've been grateful for it, for the quiet, for the way Seraphina laughed again without flinching, for the way she'd begun to sleep through the night without waking up in cold sweats.
But peace was deceptive. It pulled you into comfort, made you forget that danger didn't sleep. It just waited.
