SERAPHINA
The Blightwood had taken something from me that I couldn't name. The dark magic lingered in my veins like poison, a constant reminder of my desperate bargain. I stared at my reflection in the mirror, noticing the hollows beneath my eyes, the pallor that hadn't faded since my return.
All for nothing.
I'd sacrificed a piece of my soul to make Vanessa forget Roman, and somehow, they were still finding their way back to each other. The universe's cruel joke at my expense.
My phone buzzed with another message from Marcus. The third this week. I ignored it. What could I possibly say to any of them now? The pack viewed me as a pariah after learning what I'd done—the lies I'd built my entire life upon.
I grabbed my car keys. I needed to see for myself.
