CLICK.
Cecilia moved fast.
The moment her hand touched the handle, she reached out with her power, thin, precise threads of telekinesis slipping into the lock, finding the mechanism, pushing. The door swung open before she could second-guess herself.
Inside, the bathroom was dark. Darker than the bedroom. Darker than anything should be at this hour, with the sun still high outside. The curtains here were drawn too, heavy fabric blocking every sliver of light.
She turned toward the bathtub.
And there he was.
Sitting in completely still water, the tub filled to the brim, was Arkai Dawnoro. He was almost completely submerged, only his shoulders and head peeked above the surface, pale as marble against the dark water. His eyes were closed. His face was slack.
He was still wearing his travel clothes from yesterday. The same clothes he had worn when he took Rinne to watch the moon.
And he was completely pale as a sheet.
"Arkai…"
