SERAPHINA’S POV

It's dark and cold out in the deep woods, and I don’t remember why I’m here, alone and out when it’s so dark with an ominous fog. I don’t know why I’m wearing the same dress I had on for the banquet.

The scene in front of me seems all too familiar.

I walk aimlessly for what feels like a while, without any destination, until a dark figure emerges in front of me, filling me with dread.

I know he’s going to kill me with his bare hands, rip me apart, and before I can ...