BRIANNA’S POV
Each morning I woke up to the scent of chamomile and wildflowers. The house was quiet, peaceful. I hadn’t been used to this kind of peace in a long time.
It had been weeks since Seraphine was defeated and though I no longer felt her presence inside me, a part of me was still affected. I mean, she could practically enter my head at will. She could also twist my memories in a way to affect me.
But every day, I was healing… because of her.
My mother.
The more time I spent with her, the deeper our bond grew. She braided my hair in the mornings.
“Don’t tug so hard, Mom,” I had winced playfully, trying not to smile.
She smirked. “I’m barely touching it, drama queen.”
I looked at her through the mirror and caught the soft expression on her face. Her eyes were filled with so
