SERAPHINA’S POV

I sit alone on Artemis's balcony, wrapped in my own arms, staring quietly at the full moon overhead.

My thoughts keep drifting back to that unsettling dream – was it even a dream? - wrestling with the impossibility of making sense of it all.

The only logical explanation I can muster is that I must have sleepwalked—trashed the room and nearly stabbed Artemis as he walked in.

I still can't piece together how that knife ended up in my hands; there are unnerving gaps in my ...