Syria’s POV
“What is it?”
She looked past me instead of answering my question, so I turned to see what caught her eye.
In the hallway, Kael stood with Valentin. Both of them were watching us with faint, gentle smiles.
Kael stepped forward a little then placed his hands on my shoulder.
“I called Violet,” he said. “Figured you could use someone… especially after everything you found out about your parents.”
“I’m really sorry, Syria, for what happened,” Violet murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. “I mean it. But I’m here now, and I’m not leaving. You don’t have to go through this alone.”
Kael gave Valentin a small nod.
“We’ll give you two some time,” he said. “If you need anything, just let the servants know.”
With that, Kael and Valentin turned and walked down the hall, the
