Seraphina’s POV
I sat at the only table in the cold, empty room of an old building in Santa Fe, my gaze zeroed into the distance, my thoughts running wild. This was the place I’d chosen as the meet-up joint for Aric and I. According to him, the plan was that he shows up, sets my brother free in the air, and I leave with him.
No problems. No casualties. No troubles. Simple.
But I would be crazy to just go along with that absurd plan, don’t you think?
That was why I had a few burly farm workers from Martha's, hiding in the small bushes behind the dilapidated house. A whole different plan drafted out.
If Aric decided to move funny, more than I could handle, they would intervene. That was my own plan. But in all this, I couldn’t afford to get my brother injured.
So I had a plan for him too. A ferryman would be waiting to pick him up to the boat as soon as he arrived.
The sound of a car pulling up to the house immediately snapped me out of my thoughts, and I bolted to my feet, anxiety
