SERAPHINA
“Why are you being nice to me?”
It wasn’t a real question. Not really. Because I wasn’t naïve. I knew what I was to them. A plaything. A pawn. A prize to be broken and reshaped however they saw fit. Something they were using as a metaphorical punching bag to let their rage out in the name of revenge because I made the mistake of standing up against them in the court. And have them banished from the town they called home, publicly humiliated and with a legal record against them that will dog them forever.
But only Dante was sent to the prison, not them, and still the three of them were acting together in their revenge.
“I can’t be nice to you?” Allister asked calmly, watching me with that infuriating quietness that always made me feel like he was about to eat me alive witho
