Serena could barely remember what else had happened that day. Once Amara had finally taken her leave, Serena had walked back to her quarters in a daze, shut the door, and ensured the lock clicked firmly into place. She pressed her back to the door and exhaled slowly.
That conversation had been… unnerving. It was even putting that lightly, somehow she wished Charlotte had stayed with her longer.
Amara of Redfall. There had been something in her eyes, an intense curiosity cloaked beneath poise, a sense of calculation. The conversation had felt less like polite courtly talk and more like a well-disguised interrogation. Serena couldn't place why it had left her so shaken. Perhaps it was the familiarity Amara hinted at. Perhaps it was the unnerving sense that Amara saw more than she let on.
Serena rubbed her temple and let out a breath through her nose. "Focus," she whispered.
Her stomach let out a low grumble in response.
