Serena’s POV

The faint hum of voices yanked me from a restless sleep. The morning light barely pierces the grimy curtains of my East End apartment. My head ached from the way that asshole grabbed my hair at Neon Nights last night, Daniel Hawthorne’s brutal retaliation, and Mr. Shawn’s suspension crushed my spirit.

Fear clawed at me, the voices downstairs sharpening into a threat. Victor. Is he here for Mia? To carry out his threat?

I scrambled out of bed, my oversized T-shirt clinging ...