Strelitzia fought the urge to bite at her nails while she placed the length of the guest room. Her uncle had been gone for months, nearly since the start of Ray'ven's banishment and she couldn't shake the feeling of foreboding. Every time he arrived before something awful happened. Not that it was his fault but she also didn't believe in sheer coincidence.
He'd wormed through her mind and that terrified her. Had he seen the nightmares that haunted her sleep or all of the muddled regrets she couldn't seem to cope with? Again she'd been a witness to Ray'ven's suffering without doing anything. She didn't stop her from being banished. She didn't protect her from Bynx. Strel tried to do what she thought she could but in the end it was useless. Worse yet, had he seen the fear that grew in her heart each day despite the last month being the safest she should have felt in a while?