Serenya
I stood there, staring at the closed door, Kaelith’s low voice still echoing in my ears. “Good night.”
Good night?
My lips parted, as if to say something back, but no sound came out. Why had he said that? And in that tone, calm, almost… gentle? Was that his version of courtesy? Or was he mocking me in some strange way I couldn’t understand?
I stayed frozen in place long after he had disappeared down the hall, listening to the fading sound of his footsteps, the soft click of his door closing behind him. The mansion felt impossibly quiet, the kind of silence that pressed in from all sides, as if daring me to make a noise.
I swallowed hard, pushing a stray lock of hair behind my ear. But that wasn’t my biggest problem right now. Kaelith’s strange goodnight could kiss me Goodbye.
