LOGINI breathe heavily as he pins me to the wall, his hands wrapped tight around my throat I could barely breathe. ‘You hear me, Sera? I found you first. I noticed you first! I fell for you first. No one else, I mean, no one should put their hands on you, because if they do, I swear to God, Sera, I'll fucking break their arms and legs and serve it to you to eat!’ He growls. Seraphina Puckett is the perfect definition of trauma. A walking trauma. She tries to navigate her life, trying to bring in sunshine but as the world is determined to make it rain on her, what does she do? Does she get beaten in the rain or walk through it? When her abusive father gets out of prison and is out to get her, how does she face her fear?
View More~Jonathan’s POVI spin toward Sera’s room, my heart slamming against my ribs as the fire alarm screeches through the hospital. The hallway is a mess. There are nurses shouting, patients stumbling out of their rooms, a tray of medical supplies crashed on the floor, shards of glass glinting under the flashing red lights. My phone is still in my hand, the text ringing in my mind: How long do you think you can protect her? The words feel like a blade, sharp and personal, and that shattering sound just before the alarm has me on edge. Someone is here. Someone is watching us. Watching her.‘Seraphina!’ I yell again, shoving past a nurse who is trying to direct people toward the exits. My voice is swallowed by the chaos, but I don’t care. I need to get to her. Now. Ethan’s in there with her, and I don’t trust him. He is hiding something, and I’ll be damned if I let him near her while this place is falling apart.I burst through the door of her exam room. Sera is still on the stretcher, he
~Jonathan’s POVI’m standing by Sera’s bed, my hand still tingling from where it brushed hers. Her eyes are heavy with exhaustion, her face pale and bruised, but she’s here, alive, and that’s all that matters. The hospital room smells of antiseptic and I've been holding back the urge to cringe hard, and the fluorescent lights above us cast harsh shadows. I can’t stop looking at her, checking for any sign she’s slipping away again. My chest is tight. All I feel inside is a mix of relief and rage. That Roy’s face, bloody and broken, flashes in my mind, and I wish I had hit him harder, made him suffer more for what he did to her.The door bursts open, and Ethan storms in, his eyes wide and frantic. ‘Sera!’ he says, his voice low but sharp, like he’s been running. He rushes to her side, his body trembling as he grabs the bedrail. His dark hair is messy, his jacket rumpled, and there’s something off about the way he moves as he moves to fast and too eagerly. My jaw clenches. What the hel
~Seraphina’s POVMy heart stops for a moment as I catch that glimpse of a figure ducking out of sight through the glass door of the exam room. It’s not Jonathan. He’s right here, his hand still gripping mine, his eyes locked on me with that fierce intensity that makes my stomach twist. The figure was too quick, too…dark, but it sends a chill through me, like a ghost that appears in a room, you know, that kind of chill. I force my gaze back to Jonathan, trying to shake the feeling. I’m safe now, I tell myself. Roy is gone. Jonathan is here. But my pulse won’t slow, and my skin prickles with unease.The nurse adjusts the IV in my arm, her movements quick and efficient. ‘We’re taking you for a CT scan,’ she says, her voice calm but firm. ‘Just to rule out any head trauma.’ She glances at Jonathan, who’s still hovering by my side, his jaw tight. ‘You’ll need to wait here, sir.’Jonathan’s grip on my hand tightens, like he’s afraid to let go. ‘I’m not leaving her,’ he says stubbornly, his
~Seraphina’s POVJonathan’s arms are around me, his breath heavy and shaky against my hair. His shirt is slightly wet with blood and sweat, but I hold tight on to him, my fingers digging into his back. My body shakes, every bruise and cut stinging like crazy, but his warmth is the only thing keeping me from falling apart. The warehouse is silent now, except for the faint groans of Roy’s guys and the distant drip and lapping of water. Roy is slumped against the wall, unconscious, his face a mess of blood. Jonathan pulls back slightly, his hands cupping my face. His eyes search mine, wide and desperate, blood trickling from a cut on his brow. ‘Sera, can you walk? We need to get out of here.’ His voice is rough and urgent, but there’s something soft in it, something that makes my chest tighten in a way I don’t want to think about.I nod, even though my legs feel like jelly. ‘I think so.’ My voice is weak, barely a whisper. It feels raw from screaming. I try to stand, but my knees buckle






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