SERAPHINA'S POV
The words lingered longer than they should have.
"That cup looks familiar, Seraphina…" Ivy repeated, her voice still weak, but her eyes...her eyes were not weak. They were wide now, alert in a way that didn't match the state of her body, fixed on the shattered pieces in my hands like they held something far more dangerous than broken glass. "It's just like the one from my vision…"
I swallowed, and even that small motion felt wrong..too loud, too visible. Heat surged through my chest, sharp and suffocating, spreading outward until even my fingertips betrayed me. They wouldn't stay still. The shards clinked softly against each other as I gathered them, the sound thin and fragile, like something on the verge of exposing me.
No. Control it.
I forced my breathing to steady, forced my hands to slow, even as something underneath refused to settle. Then I stood, slowly and carefully, turning to her with a smile I did not feel.
