SERAPHINA’S POINT OF VIEW.
My heart pounds in my chest as I watch Lucien dash out of the infirmary and down the halls. He looked like a man on a mission, his long legs pulling him along as he practically marched off. My mind screamed one thing at me;
This would be chaotic, and Father would hate every second of it.
I followed behind him with small steps so he would not see me, but I doubt he could see anything else in this moment; all he did was look ahead.
It felt like the world had paused for him, waiting with every breath to see what he would do, and if I knew anything about Ravenscroft, it was that he would stir s**t up.
He pushed through the doors of the arena, and marched inside. It suddenly felt like the air was still, as everyone watched with rapt attention, and like the f****
