SERAPHINA’S POV

As expected, the room is empty when I arrive - colder than usual, and perfectly spotless as it would be just before we left for school.

Her lavender scent still lingers in the air, stronger on her side of the room, hurting my already aching heart even more.

Instead of falling on my bed as usual, I move over to her side, seating first on her soft mattress and gently feeling the fabric of her sheath beneath my fingers. That is before falling back and fully lying on it.

I turn, ...