SERAPHINA’S POV

I suddenly find myself laying down and staring right at the white ceiling of the infirmary I’ve visited more than a few times in two weeks.

The golden light of the setting sun seeps into the room through the window in front of me and lands right on my face, almost blinding me the second my eyes open properly.

I groan from the brightness, slowly sitting up and rubbing my eyes.

How did I get here?

I don’t remember coming in, or even thinking of coming in here.

The brief ...