Seraphina's POV
I woke up feeling more exhausted than when I'd gone to bed.
Sleep had been impossible. Every time I closed my eyes, nightmares plagued me—vivid, horrible visions that felt more real than dreams should. I saw Adrian laughing at me, his face twisted with cruel amusement as he called me a fool for ever trusting him.
I saw him standing over me with blood on his hands, that cold expression in his eyes as he ended my life without remorse. I saw him with a woman, her face invisible, as the two of them together, whispering about how pathetic I was to think I ever mattered.
Over and over, the images cycled through my mind until I'd given up on rest entirely. Now, in the pale morning light filtering through the unfamiliar curtains, I stared at the ceiling of the room and felt empty and lost.
I didn't know what to do anymore.
I didn't know what answer I could give to my brother.
If he asked me, what was I going to say?
