Once the euphoria caused by energy flurries subsided, Talia became aware of her surroundings.
She was standing in the middle of a diagram drawn on the grass by magical means, with Damon holding her. Their friends surrounded them, and everything was so quiet that Talia found her own breathing loud.
Talia's emotions fluctuated by the second.
Joy. Anxiety. Pride. Yearning. Guilt. And it was all wrapped in the layer of sorrow she couldn't shake off.
Talia was overwhelmed when she found her father in the dungeon below the Guardians' castle, and she was happy to see him getting better, and she hoped, she really hoped, that they would make up for their lost time.
She imagined them spending time together and Valerian telling her about every detail from his childhood until she was born, them going to the Midnight Guardians pack, visiting the realm of witches, and him playing with the grandkids she was yet to give birth to… But now it was gone. It won't happen.
