BRIANNA’S POV
The farmhouse was still burning.
The flames devoured everything. I could barely breathe through the smoke and ash, but I didn’t care. I couldn’t feel my legs. My hands were stained red. My father's blood was still warm on my fingers.
"Dad..." My voice broke into a whisper.
I sat beside his lifeless body. The side of his face was still turned toward me like he was just asleep—like he was going to get up in a minute and tease me about something dumb. But he wouldn’t. His chest didn’t rise. His heartbeat was gone. He was gone.
My hands trembled so violently that they wouldn’t stay still, but the rest of me… it was like I was frozen. Like my body had locked up and I couldn’t make it move. My mind kept spinning in broken pieces—memories, screams, fire, blood, Seraphine.
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