SERAPHINA’S POV

He casually pulls out a chair by the wall and makes himself comfortable with it, right in front of me. I wait patiently, tinged with a bit of anxiety.

A part of me tries to figure out what this is going to be about.

Will I be tossed in some dungeon out of vengeance, forced to live a pathetic life?

Or will I be killed for daring to interrupt his precious royal wedding, in hopes that Artemis can form a bond with someone else when I’m gone?

His cold silence is choking, and I ...