SERAPHINA’S POV

“My fingers feel numb.” I whine, rubbing the sore red tips against each other.

“That’s because you don’t know how to use a bow properly; everything about your stance and form was off.” Olivia explains, stepping out of archery class with me, one of the few classes we actually have together.

And while I whine about never possibly getting an A in that class, she constantly assures me that it’s something even a human could do.

“I wish you were in all of my ...