It felt like walking into a story—every leaf glowing, every shadow alive, like the forest was inviting me somewhere only it knew.
It felt like walking into a story—every leaf glowing, every shadow alive, like the forest was inviting me somewhere only it knew.
But Seraphina’s golden eyes never left me.
I collapsed face-first onto my bunk, groaning into the thin pillow. “Well,” I mumbled, my voice muffled by the fabric, “that went great.”
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