WHAT ARE FRIENDS FOR!
Seraphines pov
I couldn’t sleep.. the sound of the old man’s voice kept ringing in my head..
I had seen it..
The necklace. Elara’s necklace.. One of the things he said he needed for the ritual.
It had glowed.
I’d seen it in class.. the faint shimmer at her throat, gone in a blink, but I wasn’t imagining it. Something about that girl was really not normal.
And then there was Veronica.
She lounged on my bed, her arms folded behind her head, eyes catching the candlelight with a sharp glint. She was too at ease, too relaxed, like she was waiting for me to crumble under the weight of my own silence.
Like this wasn’t her first rodeo at doing something like this..
“You’re overthinking again,” she said lightly. “I can hear it in the way you breathe.”
I bristled.
