SERAPHINA'S POV
I woke up before dawn, unwilling to lie in bed and let my thoughts spiral any further like they'd been doing lately. The quiet house made for too much noise in my head.
I had a yoga session scheduled at the Moon Hall today. I'd done a few over the last couple of weeks, and I found that it helped with my healing and also settled my mind.
I changed into my yoga attire—soft grey leggings and a worn sports bra that smelled faintly of my usual lavender oil.
I hadn't used it in a while because the scent brought back... memories.
Warm, firm hands pressing me to a rigid body. Soft lips. Searing heat.
I shook my head. This was exactly the kind of noise I needed yoga to quiet.
I had just stepped out of the locker room when Maya intercepted me, her hair back in its usual cornrows, two cups of coffee in her hands.
"Morning, sunshine," she said, stretching out a cup to me.
