Seraphina’s POV

Stepping into Alexander's chamber, my heart raced with a combination of apprehension and determination. The walls of the room seemed to close in on me as I sought the one person who held the key to my torment. My gaze fell upon Sophia's son, his features a haunting reflection of Alexander's own. The striking resemblance sent a pang of envy and regret coursing through me – a reminder of what I had lost.

Beside Sophia stood the daughter, a mirror image of Sophia herself. ...