But how? How had he done it?
But this wasn't the time to dwell on the how. She needed to see him to understand his current mindset.
She projected herself to the patio. Her form flickered into being just beyond the threshold, light and shadow dancing across her translucent silhouette.
And there they were. Jian Ci, arms wrapped around Yu Xi.
Yu Xi, holding him close, stroking his hair with a tenderness that was almost reverent. It wasn't the first time she had seen them hug each other.
But this time was different. Yu Xi's eyes dark, glinting with something primal met hers. And Seraphyne froze.
There was no fear in his gaze. No surprise. Only a flicker of madness, of territorial warning, like she had stepped into a space that belonged to him.
She felt it in her soul. The same chill she had once felt in Thaurion's presence.
Only this time, it was wrapped in affection. In devotion. In something far more dangerous.
