SERAPHINA’S POV

It’s been four days now in this painfully white clinic room.

It's been three hours since Artemis left to pick up fresh clothes and real food for me.

And it's been almost twenty-four hours—twenty-four long, dreary hours—since the news of Juliet's death was dropped like a bomb.

But of course, I know it's a lie.

Juliet is not dead.

Juliet is not dead.

Juliet is not dead.

I repeat this to myself, laughing heartily at Jasper’s cruel attempt at a joke yesterday.

I ...