- SERAPHINE
"You’ve got seventeen days," Declan said. "Starting tomorrow, the 'resting' is over. You’re going to learn how to walk into a room and make men like Aiden Griffiths want to crawl into a hole. You’re going to learn how to lie so well that even I can't tell the difference."
"I think I've already started," I said, meeting his gaze.
"Maybe," he muttered, turning to leave. "But you've got a long way to go. Get some sleep. Tomorrow, we start the training. And Seraphine? Stop asking about the funeral. Stop trying to dig them up."
He walked out, leaving me alone in the kitchen. I looked down at my hands. They were steady. The grief was there, a dull ache in my chest, but it was being eclipsed by something much hotter.
I walked over to the mirror in the hallway. I looked at the sha
