No more tears.
No more questions.
She would take back her place.
She would make Jared regret ever walking away. Make Georgia wish she had never come back. And those children?
Serafina's smile turned cruel.
"They may have his blood," she whispered, "but I'll make sure they never get his name."
"Where is he?"
Serafina's voice sliced through the humid morning air like a blade.
No one answered. The soldiers in the training yard froze mid-swing, the clang of steel against steel dying in the tension. A few exchanged glances, daring each other to speak.
She stormed forward, barefoot still, blood dried around her knuckles, her once-glorious nightgown hidden now under a dark cloak she had grabbed from her closet. Her hair was wild, her eyes two burning embers that promi
