SERA

The room was a museum.

That was the first thought that formed through the rush of adrenaline and the overwhelming scent. Not a bedroom, not a memorial, not a storage space. A museum, curated with the obsessive precision of a man who was terrified of forgetting.

The space was large, it had probably been the master suite at some point, before Kael had moved to the other wing. Heavy curtains blocked the windows, letting in just enough moonlight to silver the edges of everything. The bed was ...