Chapter 11
Diana
(Diana’s POV)
I stared at Seraphine lying in the pool of Jeremy’s blood. White hair strewn around her, tears and plasma marring her gentle features; she looked like a wounded Goddess and I hated her all the more for it.
What made me hate her beyond redemption though, was the way Valefar looked at her. I had never seen such an expression on his face. The realm had shaken when Seraphine raised her voice and sparks of light crackled around her. Valefar was scared of Sera, but there was something else in those intense, amethyst eyes of his.
Delight.
Arousal.
That was new. My master had never looked at Seraphine as though she was anything more than a fancy gun with his finger hovering over the trigger. Ever since she turned eighteen, it was like she was reborn anew i
