Seraphina’s POV

My master was consumed by an obsession with rare bloodlines to an almost sick degree. Since he lacked the blood of prophecy himself, he buried himself in star divination, studying the stars with relentless precision. Even I could manipulate the heavens to create remarkable effects.

How irritating.

Sometimes, I wondered if I should have let that pitiful human die back then. Let her fall into the Cinderfall pit and meet a slow, miserable end. Maybe then she would have ...