Seraphina, who'd been watching the table's social dynamics with the particular attention of someone who perceived interpersonal relationships as energy fields — reading the Aether signatures the way other people read facial expressions — caught my eye.
"He fits," she said quietly. Low enough for only me to hear.
"The hero at the villain's table?"
"The missing note in the chord." She glanced at Aiden — at the Starfire signature that burned in his meridians like a sun that didn't know its own temperature. "The concert resonance changed when he made his choice. I've been feeling it since yesterday. His frequency doesn't conflict with the seven bloodlines. It... completes them."
"Completes them how?"
