Seraphina remained sprawled across her bed, lost deeply in her own thoughts.
The more she tried to understand her feelings, the more confused she became.
She needed to talk to someone. Someone who understood these things better than she did.
But who? Eliana immediately came to mind.
Seraphina imagined telling her everything—the racing heartbeat, the strange warmth whenever Amon was close, the unpleasant feeling she experienced whenever she saw him being affectionate with Scarlett.
Her expression immediately stiffened.
'Absolutely not.'
Eliana would tease her to death. Worse, the elf would probably reach the most obvious conclusion within seconds.
'You're in love with him.'
"No..."
Seraphina muttered quietly.
"It can't be that..."
Yet even she had already considered that possibility. Several times. She had simply pushed it aside whenever it appeared.
How could she accept something like that Amon already loved someone. That woman was Scarlett.
