SERAPHINA’S POV

Despite agreeing with Kamilla's logic about keeping my distance now that I've regained some semblance of freedom, I can't shake the heavy feeling that suddenly envelops my chest.

I manage to trudge my way back to my dorm—not the one I shared with Artemis in the boys' dormitory, though. The thought of facing the countless objects that would only etch his face deeper into my memory is unbearable right now.

Instead of wallowing in the past, I should be focusing on moving ...