Even so, Seraphina wasn't about to let me off the hook.A notification pinged. Seraphina has removed your comment.A bitter, humorless smile twisted my lips. Of course she did.Even in the supposed sanctuary of our cabin, the cacophony of the train was a physical assault. The reek of stale beer, cheap human perfume, and the sharp, animal musk of hundreds of werewolves—it all slammed into me, a brutal sensory overload.The rocking of the train became a nauseating lurch, each sway a hammer blow against my skull. The headache morphed into a full-blown migraine until exhaustion finally claimed me, pulling me under into a fitful sleep.I have no idea how long I was out before a hand, gentle and familiar, began to stroke my hair.I jolted awake, my vision swimming with black spots. But through the dizzying haze, I saw him. Kael.I gently pushed his hand away. "Don't touch me.""Gods, Elena, you look like hell," he murmured, the concern in his voice a little too practiced. He sat beside m
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