Seraphine's POV
The hush of night pressed down on me as if the darkness itself were tightening around my throat. The camp slept; only the wind’s low murmur and the distant footsteps of the sentries broke the silence now and then. I tried to sink into sleep, but when I finally closed my eyes, peace didn’t come. The past did.
I was there again. The room cold, the floor hard as stone, the air thick with blood and shattered glass. Robert towered over me, rage twisting every line of his face, his words slicing through me like a blade.
“It’s your fault… all your fault!” he shouted, hauling me from the floor so violently my arm throbbed.
I wanted to scream, but nothing came out. Then the pain hit—deep, tearing, merciless. I knew what it meant. I knew what I was losing. That tiny life growing
