AFTER THE WEDDING FEAST, Cassian and Seris went to their room to rest. For some reason, Seris felt exhausted even though she shouldn’t. She looked outside the window as she leaned her back against the headboard of the bed.
She had just finished drying her hair after a shower.
The night was quiet. And as she looked outside, she felt a strange feeling — not sick, but different. Her magic hummed low in her veins, as if responding to something deep inside her.
“This feeling again…” she muttered.
She had had this feeling for the past few days, but she had been ignoring it.
Cassian came out of the bathroom, his presence filling the room before she even saw him.
“You didn’t eat that much at the feast,” Cassian said softly, crouching down in front of her.
“I wasn’t hungry.” Seris shru
