For a long moment, Neria did not move.
She remained exactly where she was, her fading form flickering faintly in the candlelight, her wide eyes locked onto Ravon as though she had forgotten how to think, how to breathe, how to exist at all.
Her mind echoed with a single, overwhelming realization.
He could see her.
Not just now.
Not just in this moment.
All this time.
A flood of memories crashed into her at once, merciless and humiliating.
Every complaint she had made about him.
Every sarcastic remark.
Every time she had mocked his habits, questioned his sanity, criticized his personality, or spoken freely under the assumption that she was nothing more than an unseen observer drifting through his world.
Her expression shifted from shock to horror.
"Oh no…" she whispered under her breath.
Her hands flew to her face instinctively, though one of them flickered as it moved.
"I said all of that… in front of you?"
The silence in the room felt heavier than before.
