Seraphine’s POV
The room was charged with an unmistakable tension, my struggle against the chains anchoring me to the cold, unforgiving wall. Once, my eyes had harbored a desire to shed the vampiric nature and embrace humanity, but now they gleamed with an unquenchable thirst, the humanity within extinguished.
My skin, once warm and inviting, now exuded an otherworldly coldness, a testament to my undead state. All that remained in my consciousness was the primal urge to kill and feed—a beast awakened, hungry for its sustenance.
Vesperus clenched his teeth, his muscles tense as he tightened the chains around my wrists. “You have to resist, Seraphine. Remember who you truly are.”
Meeting Vesperus’s gaze, a predatory glint flickered in the depths of my once-kind eyes. “Resist? Vesperus, I
