POV Serafina
I looked at the sleeping man in front of me and I couldn't contain the smile on my lips. How many times had I dreamt of this moment? I don't know, maybe a hundred times at least and it finally came true. I finally woke up in the arms of Daemon Barone, the man who stole my heart from a very young age.
His features looked relaxed, his countenance calm. I looked closely at his face with concentration. I saw how that half was so battered that I could only think that for him to reach that state, he had to be burning alive and that was what hurt me the most. If my thoughts were true, it must have been horrible for him to live through that moment and after that, too. If I cried so much with the puncture in my foot, I didn't want to imagine how horrible and painful it must have been
