Sera’s pov:
I felt him before I even saw him.
Damien was home.
I was standing by the window in the east hall, holding a book and pretending to read, when I saw the guards change. They didn't scramble or look scared; they just snapped to attention. They stood with a level of alertness they only ever showed for one person. Then I heard it, the steady, heavy and familiar sound of boots hitting the marble floor.
My heart skipped a beat, then started thumping so hard. I didn't move.
I told myself I wouldn't run to him like a child.
But I also told myself I wouldn't hide.
When he finally walked into the hall, time seemed to stretch out. It slowed down, not because it was a sweet moment, but because it was so weighted with meaning. It was like my brain needed extra time to process what I w
