Seraphina’s POV

I don’t know how long I sat on that stage, my white dress stained with blood, holding Kit’s body. My head throbbed from how hard I had been sobbing. I couldn’t hear anything outside of the pounding of my heart. My breathing was loud in my ears.

I didn’t feel it when Xander stepped up onto the stage behind me and placed a hand on my shoulder. No flinching. No reaction at all.

My throat was choked with grief. Insurmountable pain I ...