Chapter 13
SERAPHINA
The first thing I noticed when I finally woke up from my sleep was the scent. It wasn't the artificial vanilla scent of Marcus's house or the disgusting Elena's perfume, but this was different and more familiar.
Taking a deep breath, I recognized it. It was sandalwood and old books, leather and the faint trace of my mother's signature jasmine perfume. This scent resembled home. I was home.
My eyelids felt heavy, as it was weighed down by exhaustion and also the lingering effects of whatever they'd injected into my system.
Silver. I remembered the burning sensation as it moved through my veins, and I remembered Elena's vicious satisfaction as she'd watched me writhe in agony. The memory made me want to curl into myself and hide.
But as awareness returned fully,
