'Why now?' Seraphina's thoughts flared, her dark eyes narrowing into suspicious slits, staring at the gray envelope. 'Are they returning because they genuinely miss him? Or are they returning because the Reaper of the North has suddenly shown a vulnerability they can exploit? Do they want to meet me? Or do they want to remove me?'
Seraphina looked up at Kaelus.
The terrifying, invincible warlord looked like a shattered glass doll.
He looked paralyzed, incapable of processing the emotional payload of the letter in his hands.
He was drowning in the ghosts of his past.
Seraphina tightened her grip on his sleeve.
She had just promised herself she wouldn't let him lock her in a box. She had promised they were a team.
