SERAPHINA’S POV
The next few days in Seattle passed far more peacefully than I’d expected.
Calm mornings. Soft rain. Long walks. Quiet nights.
After the turbulence of the night I arrived—the Omega, the hunters, the panic humming beneath my skin—the normalcy felt…strange. But very welcome.
Well…
Mostly normal.
Because for some inexplicable reason, I seemed to be drenched in good fortune.
It started with breakfast on Wednesday.
Elaine and I walked into a tiny café near the waterfront—one of those cozy, mismatched-chair places run by a middle-aged couple who knew every regular by name.
Before we even opened our menus, the server beamed at me.
“Your coffee and croissant are on the house today,” she announced cheerfully.
“Oh—I didn’t order yet,” I said.
“You didn’t have to. Customer of the Day.” She shrugged. “Happens at random.”
