Sarafina's Pov
I tried not to think about the voice i had heard earlier.
That was my first mistake. Because the more you try not to think about something, the louder and more confusing it gets.
The Heir is awake.
It didn't sound scary, neither did it sound surprised.
It had sounded… satisfied like i was meant to hear it.
Which was far worse.
Training ended, but the echo of it clung to me. The static was quieter now. Manageable. Like a radio turned low in another room. I could ignore it if I focused hard enough.
I stepped out into the corridor and nearly ran into Alistair.
He was leaning against the stone wall like he'd been there for a while. Arms crossed. Expression unreadable. Dark eyes tracking me the second I appeared. He looked lazy and tired, like he had not caught a wink of sleep.
"You're staring," I said.
"You're alive and well" he stated while starring at me intently.
"That's usually how mornings work, right?" I joked with a fait smile playing on my lips.
