LOGINEmber Frost’s POVAfter talking to Orion for a while, a calm warmth settled over me, slowly easing the tension in my chest. I turned slowly and noticed my mother standing quietly in the hallway, watching me with a gentle gaze. She stepped forward and sat beside me on the couch, taking my hand in hers.“Mother…” I hurriedly wiped my cheeks and murmured, embarrassed. “I’m sorry.”She brushed my tears away with the back of her hand and spoke softly, “Sweetheart, why are you crying all of a sudden?”“I… I don’t even know,” I whispered. “I didn’t even realize it until just now.”Her gaze stayed on me, warm and understanding. “I know, my love. I understand exactly how you feel. Your father would feel the same; seeing Seraphina like this, he’d be worried and pained for her, too. Feeling empathy doesn’t mean you’re weak or wrong.”“I know… but she’s still a criminal,” I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper, tangled with confusion and a strange mix of anger and pity.“Yes,” my mother nod
Ember Frost’s POVAll of a sudden, a strange feeling washed over me. I couldn’t even explain it properly. No one had accused me of anything, no one had said anything cruel, yet my chest felt tight, as if I’d been wronged in some unfair way. It was an unreasonable sadness, but it hurt all the same.At that moment, I missed him unbearably.I wanted to hear Orion’s voice. I wanted to complain, to say nothing at all, to hide in the warmth of his presence and forget everything else for a while.I called him. He answered before the second ring could even finish.“Ember?” His voice came through immediately, alert and tense. “What’s wrong, my love?”He sounded exhausted, like someone who hadn’t slept. He must have been watching over that cursed cocoon all night.The moment I heard him, my throat closed up. I opened my mouth, but no words came out.“Ember?” His voice grew tense with worry. “Talk to me. Are you still there?”Then, more urgently, “Tell me what happened. I’ll come to you right no
Ember Frost’s POVEira and I were halfway through breakfast when the news hit like a slap to the face: Seraphina had lost her mind.“That makes no sense,” I blurted out. My first thought was that she was playing another trick. “Overnight? Just like that? She’s gone mad? Who would she even be pretending for?”Millie let out a tired sigh and shook her head. “It’s unfortunate. The elder Anna and Mira both examined her. They’ve reached the same conclusion. Seraphina is no longer sane.”I frowned. “But she was still standing her ground against the Northern Duke last night. She was bold. Aggressive.”Millie shrugged. “No one knows. Maybe her emotions finally snapped. Or maybe she’d already been unstable, and last night stripped away whatever mask she was wearing.”Even Eira looked unsettled. She knew better than anyone; she had faced Seraphina directly. That woman’s will had been stubborn, tougher than stone.I pushed my plate away, lost my appetite, and stood up. I needed answers. I went t
Seraphina’s POV My master was consumed by an obsession with rare bloodlines to an almost sick degree. Since he lacked the blood of prophecy himself, he buried himself in star divination, studying the stars with relentless precision. Even I could manipulate the heavens to create remarkable effects.How irritating.Sometimes, I wondered if I should have let that pitiful human die back then. Let her fall into the cinderfall pit and meet a slow, miserable end. Maybe then she would have tasted even a fraction of the pain I had endured.But I didn’t.That decision haunted me every single day. I still didn’t understand what weakness had stayed in my hand, but it had, and now I hated myself for it.The cinderfall pit became my bedtime fantasy.I pictured it in my mind, night after night. Was the cave dwelling still standing? Had the heat cracked it open? Was it miraculously intact? Or had it already collapsed into ruins?What about the golem? Had it been blown away, or was it still standing—
Seraphina’s POVThe confinement cell was damp and freezing, the air thick with the sour smell of decay. Every breath felt rotten.The werewolves didn’t even bother to torture me. That, somehow, was the cruelest part. They brought me food. A roof over my head. A bed that barely passed for comfort in a place like this. Their so-called kindness only fueled my disgust. If their plan was to tear open my skull and see what secrets I carried, why pretend to care? Why hide their intentions behind a mask of sympathy?Savages born from failed witchcraft, parading around as if they understood civilization.I lay stiff on the narrow bed, staring at nothing, letting the minutes drag by while boredom gnawed at me.How much time did I have left?The thought stabbed deep. The curse running through my blood gave me no more than a few days before my mind became useless to them. No matter how hard they pressed, no matter how hard they tried to break me, I would never utter a word against my master.A us
Ember Frost’s POV The Northern Duke looked at me, his eyes brimming with tears. At that moment, he seemed stripped of all authority, fragile, exposed, almost like a child who didn’t know where to turn.I broke eye contact, forcing myself not to stop, and pressed on. “If Seraphina truly felt nothing for you, then why would she risk everything to claim you? Why would she start a war she knew could cost her life just to be acknowledged?”I went on. “And if she truly meant nothing to you… why does your distance hurt you so deeply?”“She did all of this because she wants what most of us take for granted, a place to belong. A family. A father who would look at her with care. From what I’ve seen, Seraphina isn’t healed at all. Her past still terrifies her. She isn’t cruel; she’s afraid, and she doesn’t know how to move forward.”“When she screamed at you earlier, every word was soaked in longing. When her tears fell, they weren’t just grief; they were accusations born of pain. I heard her cl







