Seraphine's POVLucien’s face flashed in my mind, his smirk, his lies, his betrayal. Everything he had done. Everything he had taken.I snarled, lunging forward without thought. My body moved before my mind could catch up. I struck, fists flying, claws extending. I wasn’t fighting the trainer anymore. I was fighting Lucien.He dodged, but I was faster. I kicked, sweeping his legs out from under him. He hit the ground hard, but I didn’t stop. I jumped onto him, fists slamming down, one after another. My vision was red. My blood roared.“Seraphina!”A voice, distant, familiar. It didn’t matter.I kept hitting.The trainer grunted, trying to block, but I was relentless. I saw Lucien’s face beneath my fists, his smug, arrogant face, and I wanted to break it. I needed to.“Seraphina, stop!”Hands grabbed me, yanking me back. I roared, thrashing, but more hands came. More voices.“Enough!”My vision snapped into focus. My breathing was ragged. My chest heaved. My hands—shaking, bloodied.Th
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