Chapter 63
Zeraphine’s POV
The soft rays of dawn filtered through the curtains, wrapping the room in a gentle glow. I stirred, half-asleep, my body reluctant to fully wake. For once, I’d slept soundly. No nightmares. No restless thoughts. Just peace.
That peace was shattered by a knock at the door.
It started softly, but the second series of knocks was louder, more urgent.
“Zeraphine! Open up!” Cassandra’s voice cut through the quiet, making me sit up straight.
I rubbed my eyes, groggy and disoriented. “Cassandra?”
“Yes, it’s me! Hurry!”
I stumbled out of bed, quickly throwing on a robe before unlocking the door. Cassandra practically burst into the room, her face flushed, her expression a mix of worry and urgency.
“What’s going on?” I asked, my voice still hoarse from sleep.
She
