SERAPHINA’S POV

The streets are rougher and busier as we move through them, dust rising from the roads and filling the air. Shoulders constantly bump into me in this thick crowd.

I get it, though; I'm small compared to them, so I'm not easily noticed unless brushed against. Yet, no one stops to apologize, like uncivilized apes.

I try not to let it get to me, focusing on the mission, until I almost topple over. Artemis grabs my hand to hold me up.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah," I reply, dusting my ...