[Location: Morningstar Manor, New York]
"What about others?" My question lingered in the air, heavy as lead. The silence that followed wasn't emptiness—it was suffocating, like the world itself hesitated to breathe.
Zeraphira's crimson eyes glimmered like liquid rubies under the dim chandelier light. For a moment, she said nothing—just stared at me, lips parting slightly as if weighing her words with a dangerous kind of care.
"The others…" she finally murmured, voice soft yet threaded with an undercurrent of something primal. "They must have felt it too; they're just biding their time. Playing hard to get…or just waiting for the right moment to pounce," she finished, her tone dropping into a silky whisper that sent a chill crawling up my spine.
