Chapter 25

The woman lying unconscious on the hospital bed was someone I never thought I'd see again. Someone I'd hoped to never see again, if I'm being completely honest.

Seraphine Ashworth.

Even after all these years, even with her face swollen and bruised beyond recognition, I knew it was her. The same perfectly straight blonde hair, now matted with blood.

The same sharp cheekbones that used to look down at me with such disdain. The same small scar above her left eyebrow that ...