At last, Seraphina came downstairs. For a brief moment, warmth spread through my chest as I watched her descend the stairs.
How pathetic. A part of me had still hoped she'd come down because she'd heard I was here.
It had been so long since I'd last seen her this close. She looked radiant, free of the anger she'd carried for so long. How had I managed to take someone so beautiful, so graceful, for granted? i***t.
"Sera."
I called her name before I even realised it. My voice came out quieter than I'd intended. She stopped for a moment. I saw her shoulders stiffen ever so slightly.
Slowly, she turned to look at me. Our eyes met for only a second. I couldn't read her anymore. There was no anger. No hatred.
Damn it. That hurt far more than I'd expected. I'd rather she cursed me than lo
