Seraphina's POV
"Seraphina." The voice woke me up from my spreading thoughts.
I turned away from Lyric's bed, my hand was still pressed on my chest, and I found out that Zevryn was standing in the doorway of my chamber.
His presence was disturbing as always, his robes were dirty and his eyes were glowing faintly as if they held some pieces of another world.
"How long have you been watching me?" I breath hard.
"Long enough, Your mother spoke to you in the dream realm." He said softly, walking inside.
"How do you know that?" My breath paused.
"Because she sent me the same warning, and because the moon does not waste her talks, you needed to hear her truth. And now you need mine." His voice was calm.
"Then tell me, stop speaking in riddles." I had to adjust myself, though my chest still moved with the few of Myra's words.
