SERAPHINA’S POV
When Celeste woke, the first thing she noticed was the restraints.
Leather cuffs at her wrists strained against the bedframe with a sharp, irritated tug. The metal ring securing them gave a faint clink in the quiet room.
“What the f—”
She stilled as her gaze landed on me, sitting on the couch opposite the bed.
“Really?” she hissed, her voice rough from unconsciousness and exertion. “Am I an animal now?”
“You lunged at Maris,” I replied. “I can’t imagine what you’ll do to me.”
Something dark crossed her face as if she were indeed imagining all the things she wanted to do to me.
“Go ahead then,” she sneered. “Do what you came to do—gloat.”
“Is that what you think this is?” I asked.
Her eyes flashed. “Oh, drop the act; no one is here to watch yo
