My heart seems to be fighting its way out of my chest and right up my throat. I slide Mother’s ring up to the knuckle on my finger, feeling the way circulation stops. I wait a few moments, then slide it off and pull my hands from my pockets. I head back toward the palace, bumping Callum’s shoulder lightly with my own as I pass him. “It seems that the decision is really up to Seraf, isn’t it?” I just need her to make the right choice. As much as it kills me, it should be Callum.
