Seraphina's POV
After ending my call with Darius, I stayed sitting on the bed for a while, my phone still in my hand as I stared at nothing in particular. The room suddenly felt quieter than it had before, like the moment the call ended, everything I had been avoiding rushed back in all at once. I let out a slow breath and leaned back slightly, pressing my palm against my forehead as if that would somehow help me think clearer, but it didn't. No matter how much I tried to organize my thoughts, nothing seemed to fall into place, and every idea I came up with either felt too risky or completely useless.
I couldn't go back to the Ashwyn mansion, but doing nothing didn't feel right either. I owed her more than that, especially if what happened to her was because of me. My fingers tightened slightly around my phone as that thought settled in, and I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to calm the growing frustration in my chest.
