I was drowning in a sea of emotions as I came back to reality from the hypnosis session. The Ether still coursed through my veins, making everything feel slightly dreamlike, but the memory I'd just relived was painfully, sickeningly real.
"Seraphina, we should discuss what happened in the forest," Theronius said, his voice gentle but insistent. "Processing traumatic memories is essential for—"
"No," I cut him off, pushing myself into a sitting position on Harrison's library couch. "I don't want to talk about killing those men. I want to talk about the priests who were watching me."
Harrison squeezed my hand supportively. "The priests are certainly the more pressing concern right now."
King Gareth Solstice stood by the fireplace, his expression grave. "I've never heard of such practices among the Silver Temple priests. This is deeply disturbing."
"Disturbing?" I laughed bitterly. "They stood there and watched while two men tried to..." I couldn't finish the sentence.
