Senna’s POV

By the time I finally came out of the bedroom, the house had gone quiet.

Not silent. Not completely. Houses like this never really fell silent. Somewhere in the distance, servants moved through long hallways. Doors opened and closed. Wind pressed faintly against the old windows.

The sharp edge of grief had dulled enough for me to move.

Kalev had gone out for the day. I had no idea where to. He hadn’t told me. I had spent the day inside my room with the Flora Purge file spread across my bed. I reread the words until they blurred together. At some point, anger had stopped feeling hot...