Seraphina`s POV
The sour wind stung my face, however it couldn`t fit the bloodless inner me. What had simply happened? The war had ended, however the anxiety withinside the air remained thick. I may want to slightly trap my breath as Fabian's grip on my arm tightened, dragging me far from the clearing.
"What the hell turned into that?" I gasped, looking to constant myself. My frame felt weak, however the weight of the instant pressed harder. It wasn`t simply the aftermath of war,it turned into the foreboding presence of something else, deeper than the battle we had simply fought.
Fabian became to me, his expression a combination of situation and something darker. "Stay focused, Seraphina. We're now no longer finished yet."
I nodded, my thoughts racing. We're now no longer finished. What did that mean? As I attempted to accumulate my thoughts, an abnormal sensation washed over me, like a whisper buried withinside the returned of my thoughts, a name I couldn`t pretty hear. My tattoo bur
