SERAPHINA’S POV
Ignorance is bliss.
I’ve always thought that was a cowardly way of thinking. Maybe it’s because I spent most of my life with a big question mark over my head, and I believed I’d find happiness only if every question was answered.
Why didn’t I have a wolf?
Why didn’t my parents or siblings love me?
Why didn’t Kieran see me?
What really happened eleven years ago?
Ignorance is fucking bliss.
After putting Daniel to sleep—holding him close and whispering, again and again, that he was not an accident, that he was fiercely, immeasurably loved—I retreated to the guest room.
I should have been exhausted; it had been such a long, arduous day.
Maybe I felt restless because Lucian’s bracelet was gone. All I could do was lie in bed, staring at the ceiling as my thoughts churned and churned and churned.
I should have forced myself to sleep.
I should have watched a movie or read a book.
I should have fucking waited for Kieran.
