(Siena)
I slip through the moonlit garden, careful to avoid the patches of silver light that would expose my presence.
The night air carries the scent of blooming night jasmine, its sweetness almost overwhelming as it mingles with the earthy aroma of rain-dampened soil.
My bare feet move silently across the stone path, still warm from the day's heat despite the evening chill that raises goosebumps along my arms.
Zion told me to meet him here, by the ancient willow that stands sentinel at the garden's edge.
Its sweeping branches create a curtain of living shadow, perfect for a private conversation before tonight's severance ritual.
Just hours remain before the mate bond between Raiden and me will be permanently broken, and my stomach knots with a confusion of
