Chapter 62

SERAPHINA

I pushed open the heavy door to our room, my feet scuffing against the stone floor. Freya was already awake, sitting on the edge of her bed, her arms crossed and her eyes narrowed at me. I knew that look. She was about to start again.

“Where were you last night, big sister?” she demanded, her voice sharp. “You were gone for hours. I was up, waiting, worried sick.”

I dropped my robe on the chair, ignoring her for a moment as I stretched my aching shoulders. ...