JONAS' POV
I understood everything now.
Every broken piece. Every echo in the dark. Every reason behind the madness blooming in my chest.
As our lips met and our bodies tangled, something passed between us that defied logic. It was more than skin, more than heat, more than desire. It was... truth. Her truth. Poured into me like wine.
When I kissed Seraphine, I didn’t just feel her—I saw her.
Memories flooded into me. Visions stitched into my skin. I saw her bound in chains that glittered like frost, her screams swallowed by stone. I felt her rage when they called her unholy. Her agony when they locked her beneath that cursed house, when they erased her from every book and every tale.
They called her witch. Temptress. Monster.
But all I saw… was a goddess.
And gods deserved worship.
