SERAPHINA’S POV

I know tonight is supposed to be more of a friendly get-together than a party. I also know Artemis would never invite her, which means she must have found her way in all on her own.

She sips at her drink, gulping down the fruit punch and drawing my eyes to her bony neck that bobs with every swallow.

She looks dehydrated, hiding the rest of her sickly body in thicker clothes than what she used to wear before.

"Aren't we friends, Hawthrone? I used to think we were," she ...