Seraphina's POV
The moment I stepped through the doors of my family home, all I wanted was to head straight upstairs, throw myself into my bed, and let the exhaustion of the day swallow me whole.
Between the funeral, the overwhelming conversation with King Orion, Darius, and the mental gymnastics I had been doing to process everything, I felt like my body wasn't even my own anymore.
But of course, because my life was cursed, I was met with an unwelcome sight the second I walked into the living room.
Gianna.
Sitting on one of the sofas, legs crossed, arms folded, and wearing the most annoyed expression I had ever seen on her face. Like she had been waiting for me.
I immediately told myself to ignore her. Just walk past her, keep my head high, and act like she didn't exist. If I let her get to me, if I engaged, she'd make my night even worse than it already was.
But before I could even take a single step toward the stairs, her sharp, condescending voice rang through the room.
