Veronica POV
Veronica followed Vivi into a clearing, where Seraphina and a blonde Seraphina— whom Veronica assumed must be Nora—were burying something in the dirt, chanting in another language.
“Where were you? You were supposed to help with burying these crystals,” Nora scoffed when Vivi came into view.
“I was helping Jackson with something,” Vivi giggled, completely unbothered.
Nora rolled her eyes, but Seraphina didn’t look up—her hands moved with practiced precision, carefully placing the final crystal. Only when the chanting faded did she glance over her shoulder.
“You made it,” she said quietly, her voice softer than Veronica remembered. “I’m glad.”
Veronica shifted awkwardly. “So… Rosemary wasn’t your real name?”
A flicker of guilt passed over Seraphina’s face. “It was part o
