ELARA’S PUBLIC HUMILIATION
Veronica’s POV
I strode next to Seraphine as we left the school. The dying rays of the afternoon sun made the red gown rotate around her feet while leaving a fiery trail in her path. Seraphine smiled, like she was in a dream, a victorious dream.
“I feel… free,” she said with a drowsy smile, and smiled at the world. “At long last… Elara and I are free.”
I snorted, eye-rolling so hard that it felt like my sockets would pop. “Free? Are you serious, Seraphine?”
She swiveled to face me, pursing her lips. “What? We apologized. She accepted. We can move on.”
My abrupt stop blocked her forward motion and forced her to cease walking. I folded my arms together while giving her an intense glare that could dissolve steel.
“You’re so gullible sometimes,” I growled. “T
