Seraphina's POV
I felt numb.
Completely and utterly numb.
All that pain. All that abuse. All those years of suffering—I had justified it all by telling myself it was because of my father's sins. I had convinced myself that I deserved the hatred, the beatings, the cruelty, because my father had been a monster.
But now?
Now what?
Who would justify my pain for me now? Who would I go to and cry about this agony? How was I supposed to make sense of years of torture that had been based on nothing but lies?
And Adrian...
I had believed him so much. I had trusted every word he said. So why? Why did he lie to me? Why did he tell me that fabricated story? Why did he paint my father as the villain? Why did he make me believe my mother was a victim, that my father had forced himself on her?
Why did he make me hate the man who was my father?
Before I even realized it, tears began streaming down my cheeks, hot and endless.
