CHAPTER EIGHT
~ Seraphina's POV
The world is heavy. My head feels like stones were heaped on it and my body aches in places I didn’t know could hurt. I drift in and out of consciousness, weightless and trapped at the same time, caught between dreams and the cold bite of reality.
Sometimes, I hear voices. Jonathan’s, rough and distant, disappearing in the hallways.The sharp clicks of different shoes or crocs on the tiled floors. Machines humming and beeping.
I can hear every single little thing and it makes me feel like I'm going crazy.
Then there’s another voice and this one is softer, sharper, dipped in venom.
‘You should’ve died, you know.’
I think I’m dreaming when I hear it, but the voice is too real, and it sounds too familiar. My mind claws at this thought or memory and I jer
