Seraphina's POV
I was lying in bed, staring at the ceiling like it was going to suddenly give me answers if I looked hard enough, but the more I thought about it, the more everything just kept circling back to the same question that refused to leave my head. The voice I had heard when I was leaving the Ashwyn mansion definitely wasn't something I could just brush off as my imagination playing tricks on me.
It had sounded real, clear enough to make my heart stop for a moment, and most importantly, it had sounded exactly like Yuna. That was the part that refused to sit quietly in my mind, and no matter how many times I tried to tell myself that I could have been mistaken, that maybe I just wanted it to be her so badly that my brain made it up, it didn't work. I knew what I heard, and I knew I wasn't wrong.
