Seraphina POV
The room Hazel showed me to was...
I didn't have words.
It was larger than my entire living space at the pack house. A canopy bed draped in silk the color of midnight. Windows that opened onto a private garden. currently blooming with flowers I didn't recognize. A bathroom with a tub big enough to swim in. Bookshelves lined with volumes in languages I couldn't read. And clothes… so many clothes, arranged by color and season, all my size, all impossibly fine.
"How did he know?" I asked, running my fingers over a dress of emerald green that matched my eyes.
"He didn't," Hazel said from the doorway. "I did. Cassian asked me to prepare something suitable. I may have gone slightly overboard."
I turned to her, overwhelmed. "Why? Why all this? I'm nobody. I'm just... I'm just
