Twenty

Seraphina's P.O.V.

The revelation that one of the major women in my life growing up had killed my parents, sent me into a spiral. It wasn't until I threw my coffee cup at the wall and all of the cabinets in my kitchen flew open that I realized I needed to calm down.

I still had no control over this new power that I was suddenly gifted with, but I had at least connected the fact that I didn't have them until I had stepped foot into the attic. It helped me understand that room was the heart of the house. It was what had lifted the block on my magic, and somewhere in there, it held the answers that I was looking for.

So, I did what I had been doing for the past week. I went upstairs and locked myself in the mysterious room. Demetri did not seem happy that I had closed the door this time, but I needed to be alone.

He was a distraction enough, and I didn't need to add the confusion brought on by last night into the mix. I felt the pull to him tighten like the string on a violin as he wa