ELARA’S POV

“Honestly, Sera, if I have to listen to Damon rant about Selena one more time, I’m going to vomit up hexes.”

My voice echoed through the dimly lit cavern, the flickering candles casting shadows that made the place feel like a budget horror movie set. Seraphina, my talking green snake coiled lazily on my wrist, flicking her tongue like she was over it, too. Her scales were cold against my skin and her green eyes glowed faintly in the light.

Seraphina had been my only ...