Seraphina stood in front of Vnox while he looked at her.

Her hands trembled at her sides, but she had already made up her mind.

"Vnox," she called, "I need you to let go."

Vnox was confused. "Let go?" he said, repeating her words.

"Of your control," she clarified, feeling her throat itch as she talked on.

"You still watch my every move and you always track where I go, who I talk to and what I do. It’s suffocating, Vnox. I can’t live like this."

Vnox’s jaw tightened, his fingers ...