SERAPHINA’S POV

The next morning, I'm jolted from my deep slumber by the sound of laughter – particularly the kind you'd hear after every punchline in an old nineties sitcom.

I ignore it, thinking it's just an extension of my dream until it resounds again, originating from the outside world, and my body descends.

I groan with annoyance, hating the fact that I'm being woken up so early in the morning and swiftly turning to get whoever it is to shut the fuck up.

Then, out of nowhere, a ...