SERAPHINA'S POV
I watched as my father walked through the tall gates of the castle, and I clenched my fists till my knuckles turned white, a bitter taste filling my mouth.
He had arranged a contract marriage without my consent—not that I’d really revolted against it.
He knew I was getting married to the person whose life I once ruined, and he never once mentioned it. Not one warning. Not one word.
I heard him pleading with Kaelan about something, using my being as a pledge.
And now, he was walking through the door without so much as a ‘hi’ to his only daughter. His dismissal cut deeper than any shout.
My blood boiled, a hot, corrosive anger rising in my chest. I almost wanted to catch up with him and confront him. At this point, it seemed like he wouldn’t care if news of my death rea
