TW: Mentions of domestic abuse and traumatic childbirth

Seraphina’s POV

I didn’t remember the drive to Kit’s apartment. He was silent, breath puffing through his nose. Visibly angry, but trying to keep it under control for me. My gaze never left the kitty stuffy, eyeing the stains, thinking about all the ways to scrub out the blood and make it perfect again for Annie.

Annie.

Damn it.

Tears streamed down my cheeks. Pain shot through my ...