Chapter 82 Nectologies

• Early in the morning, I was jolted awake by a cacophony of noise that shattered the stillness of dawn. The sound was sharp and intrusive, pulling me from the hazy warmth of sleep. Groggily, I reached out across the bed, my hand patting the empty space beside me. Rafayel wasn’t there.
• “Raf—” I began, but my voice faltered.
• The lingering scent of chamomile from the diffuser filled the air, thick and calming, though it did little to steady the unease now bubbling in my chest. I tightened the sash of my satin pyjamas, slipping out of bed and setting off to locate the source of the commotion.