𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐑𝐀
Drowsy would have been an understatement; my head threatened to lull with every blink. I ignored the inquisitive looks Rafayel fixed on me with every too-long lapse of my eyelids.
"Long night, Aura?" he asked.
But I just stared blankly at him, not bothering to sign. There was enough on my plate—mysteries to be solved, secret conversations to be deciphered—so I tried not to pay the Scion training me too much mind. It would not be long before Caius reported another set of Core coordinates, and I would find myself thrust into another mission, edging ever closer to my death.
I bit down on my tongue, letting the pain keep me alert, but I was far gone. I blinked up lazily at Rafayel, who had stopped calling instructions for me to follow. Now, he simply stood there, staring at me.
Despite the drugs still playing in my system, I had been up to the task, excluding some slip-ups that would have landed me hard on my ass if Rafayel were not continuously saving me.
