SERAPHINA’S POINT OF VIEW.

My heart pounds in my chest as I watch Lucien dash out of the infirmary and down the halls. He looked like a man on a mission, his long legs pulling him along as he practically marched off. My mind screamed one thing at me;

This would be chaotic, and Father would hate every second of it.

I followed behind him with small steps so he would not see me, but I doubt he could see anything else in this moment; all he did was look ahead.

It felt ...