SERAPHINA'S POV
I spotted my father waiting near the old abandoned building just as the sun began to climb higher. The moment I saw him, impatience exploded inside me like fire.
"So, Father," I yelled immediately, not even bothering with greetings, "spill it. What do you know? I don't have much time."
He looked at me with that same tired, disappointed expression that always made my skin crawl. "You would have to be nicer than that if you really need my help. You should beg for it."
"Beg?" I scoffed, anger flaring hot and sharp in my chest. "How old are we? Five? I have no time for your jokes. It's either you're helping me or I go find her myself."
"Fine. Go ahead," he yelled back, his voice cracking with frustration. "Let's see how far you get without me."
