Unseen Consequences

Seraphina woke up a little bit before dawn. The room was still cloaked in shadows, with the only sound being Lucian's steady breathing beside her. His strong arms were wrapped around her protectively, and his face was nestled into the crook of her neck, his breath warm against her skin.

A peaceful smile touched her lips as she recalled the previous night's events.

Careful not to disturb him, she shifted in his embrace, turning slowly so she could face him. Even in the darkness, she was able to make out the contours of his face—his sharp jawline, his long silver hair, and the soft expression he wore in sleep.

But she wanted to see him more clearly, so she quietly whispered the spell of Light. A tiny globe of glowing light appeared in her palm before she let it hover gently above the bed, casting a soft, warm glow across the room.