Seraphina made her way down the narrow staircase, her footsteps soft against the wooden floor. The house was quiet except for the faint creaking of the boards as she moved. The evening air was cool, a light breeze drifting through the open windows, but the chill did nothing to ease the weight in her chest.
Lilith was curled up on the couch, her body twitching restlessly in her sleep. She looked so fragile, so broken- nothing like the fierce, defiant woman who had attacked Lucan earlier with the fire of a thousand unresolved emotions. Now, she was just a shadow of herself, vulnerable and haunted, as though the weight of her memories crushed her even in sleep.
Seraphina hesitated for a moment, her hand gripping the banister as she debated whether to leave Lilith there. Part of her wa
