SERAPHINA’S POV

I collapse into his arms the moment the energy ceases, a wave of exhaustion washing over me, weighing down my aching muscles. He immediately wraps his warm jacket around me, holding me close.

I lean into him, and he supports me until I can steady myself on my own two feet.

"How do you feel?" he asks, concern etching his features.

I groan, looking up into his worried face.

"Better?"

He frowns, worry clear in his expression.

"It was her, wasn't it? The strange entity pushing ...