SERAPHINA’S POV

My eyes flutter open sometime in the night, observing the ceiling in front of me.

I turn, trying to get a sense of my surroundings. Through the window, it's still dark out, making it hard to tell if it’s very late or very early.

A movement to the left catches my attention. It's Olivia, quietly rolling up the rug in the room.

Weird.

Attempting to sit up, a sharp pain hits my head, and I groan, drawing her attention. Her hurried footsteps approach, and I feel her warm hands ...