Elián;
I sit on the bed with my knees drawn slightly up, and an open book resting on my lap.
I haven't flipped its page in almost twenty minutes, and I don't think I will anytime soon.
I don't even know the title of the book. My eyes have been tracing the same sentence over and over again without paying attention to a single word.
My mind refuses to stay here in this room, in this new place, or in this strange silence.
It keeps drifting back to Gravemaw.
To Queen Cassia… her warm smile, her calm guidance, her loving presence… and her warm hugs.
My mind wanders to Koda. My calm, confident, soft-hearted mate whom I ought to be able to freely call husband by now.
My mind drifts to Rhydian. Ro Kishan. To Seun… To Anwil, the chaos.
The fear… and the flames that torched my happiness last night.
I swallow hard as my fingers absentmindedly grip the edges of the book.
"It'll do no good worrying."
"Wha else can I do?"
