Chapter 17

SERAPHINA

I sat at the small table in my room, staring at my reflection. The glow from the lamp lit half my face, the other half swallowed by shadow. My fingers moved slowly, steady, as I traced the lipstick tube across my lips.

Red.

Bold.

Defiant.

I pressed my lips together, watching the colour sink in. The shade suited my mood tonight... dangerous, sharp, unwilling to bend.

I leaned closer to the mirror. “You can do this,” I whispered ...