Seraphina's POV
Yura still had her hand tightly wrapped in my hair, her fingers gripping like she didn't want to let go, like she needed something to hold onto just to keep herself steady, but after a few long seconds that felt stretched and uncomfortable, she finally let out a deep sigh and released me.
The moment her hand left my hair, I felt the sting where she had been pulling, and I instinctively raised my hand to touch the spot, trying to ease the pain while also steadying myself. My head felt lighter, but the tension between us didn't go anywhere. It stayed there, thick and heavy, sitting right in the space between us as I looked back at her, waiting.
"Are you going to tell me what happened now?" I asked, my voice firm but not as aggressive as before, because despite everything, I still hoped she would finally say something, anything that would make sense of all of this.
