Seraphine materialized back on the moon with a soft ripple of light, her bare feet touching the smooth, pearlescent ground.
The crystalline air of her realm carried a faint hum of energy, but even its serenity could not soothe the trembling inside her chest. Her heartbeat raced, hammering against her ribs in a rhythm that felt unwelcome, and far too intense for the goddess of serenity.
She held a hand over her chest, her fingers splayed delicately across the soft, glowing fabric of her dress as she walked slowly toward the bridge that arched over the silver river. Despite her calm appearance, her breath was unsteady. Every few seconds, her mind flashed back to the image of him: his eyes, his voice, the way his fingers had brushed her chin with such dangerous familiarity.
Xavriel.
