••{SERAPHINE'S POV}••
It's silent after Rhiannon and Nayeesha left the room.
My chest rises and falls too fast, heat still thrumming beneath my skin, power crackling through my veins like it hasn't decided whether it wants to burn or fade.
I close my eyes and force myself to breathe.
I let the fire drain from my limbs, let the fury loosen its grip inch by inch. My hands tremble as the rush finally ebbs, leaving something worse behind.
Clarity.
Then I hear it.
A pained groan, low and broken, coming from the far corner of the chamber.
My eyes snap open.
"Azeria."
She's on the floor where I threw her. Curled slightly on her side, one hand digging into the stone as she struggles to breathe. The wall behind her is ruined, stone split open in jagged fractures spiderwebbing outward from the impact.
My heart lurches.
I rush to her side and drop to my knees.
"Azeria—oh Gods."
