Serena’s POV
The faint hum of voices yanked me from a restless sleep. The morning light barely pierces the grimy curtains of my East End apartment. My head ached from the way that asshole grabbed my hair at Neon Nights last night, Daniel Hawthorne’s brutal retaliation, and Mr. Shawn’s suspension crushed my spirit.
Fear clawed at me, the voices downstairs sharpening into a threat. Victor. Is he here for Mia? To carry out his threat?
I scrambled out of bed, my oversized T-shirt clinging to my sweat-damp skin, as I grabbed a baseball bat from under my bed, my hands shaking as I crept down the creaky stairs, fear pulsing in my throat.
The voices grew clearer- laughter, light and familiar, not Victor’s cold menace. I froze on the landing, with the bat raised, as the living room came into
