SERAPHINE POV.
I stared at him in shock, as my body shook in fright. He stared at me for a while, as if trying to listen to my heart. As if he was trying to know what I was thinking or saying.
"She couldn't take the torture like you. She passed on," he said, his voice anything but breaking. Like me? Was I a torture machine? Who in their right senses would want to take that amount of torture? I swallowed hard as he wrapped up the ointment.
Once he was done, he laid the box on the bed and turned to me.
"Pick up your dress and follow me," he said, barely staring at me twice.
I stood up slowly, the injury burning my skin, but I didn't flinch. I picked up the dress and wore it very slowly as he waited by the corner. What does he want now?
I slowly followed him as we walked out of the
