"Wow. He really confessed," Rachel muttered, staring at the three other girls gathered in her room. The air was thick with something unspoken, something electric that neither of them wanted to acknowledge too soon. Arthur had gone to sleep early, exhausted after the day's battles—not that anyone could blame him. Fighting Lucifer in the morning and then baring his heart in the evening? It was enough to drain anyone.
"I wasn't expecting it," Seraphina admitted, her voice steady but softer than usual. Her silver hair caught the dim glow of the room's ambient lighting, making her seem almost ethereal. "It was... real. I couldn't feel anything but truth in his words."
