SERAPHINA’S POV
Oh, the ironies just kept piling up.
Margaret Lockwood, the woman who had sealed me, who had looked at my power and chosen fear, was now the one I needed to fully understand and control that power.
I remembered how evasive she’d been at the Frostbane library. Was it because of the silver wolf lineage?
Had she known back then what I was? Had that added fuel to the flame?
“I don’t know if—” I stopped myself, pressing my lips together.
My fingers curled around the comforter. “I don’t think that’s a good idea. My mother is…busy.”
With Celeste. With the only daughter who didn’t cause her woe.
Calling her to my aid would only prove all the naysayers right: that I was more burden than daughter.
“Surely, we could ask,” Christian continued, voice uncharacteristically soft. "A burned bridge can still be crossed if you know the right steps to take.”
My snort caught me off guard. “You should meet Alois; you two would hit it off.”
