CW: Mentions of domestic abuse and sexual assault

Seraphina’s POV

The sky bled red as night fell.

Chains binding my wrists to the sacrificial stone.

William wielding a silver knife with a bone handle over my head. Runes were carved into everything, but the markings were warped.

I couldn’t read any of it.

The same nightmare, but this time, we weren’t in a ritual circle, we were on Rosie’s farm. In her living room with uncanny ...