Melissa's POV
It had been a while since Brother Alistair came back… but, as always, he barely acknowledged me.
Not that he ever did before. But what really bothered me and burned under my skin was how he went all the way to that bitch's school, even her dorm just to see her.
Yet when I tried to talk to him? He ignored me like I didn't even matter to him!
That's how he'd always been… so I didn't even care.
But when I saw his gentle expression and softness toward her, it broke me.
What did Seraphina have that I didn't?
I was more obedient than Sera. I was talented, admired by people who would kill to have what I had in the palm of my hand. And still, they chose her.
They'd regret it.
Sooner or later, they'd all see her true face.
But for now… I had nothing. There was no dirt or proof.
And that's what I hated most, how clean she looked while hiding everything rotten inside.
I had been watching her for a while now.
