It was evening already Seraphina walked towards her room door, digging her fingers into the fabric of her dress.

Her phone —gone, her freedom— gone too.

All because she had dared to love.

Her parents hadn’t spoken to her for hours—- a day and, since that incident—-, they had left her to stew in her guilt of shame.

But Seraphina felt no shame, only sadness, then some angee

She needed to talk to Vnox, she needed to know he was okay; he looked so hurt that day.

Her eyes looked at ...