Serafine’s POV“I think Grayson has gone crazy.”I stared at Clara, certain I had heard her wrong. Grayson? Crazy?Out of everyone I've known so far, Grayson was the last person I would describe that way. Strange sometimes? Yes. Secretive? Definitely. But crazy enough for Clara to look this terrified? I couldn’t picture it.My brows pulled together as I reached for her trembling hands. They were ice cold.“Clara, what happened?”She swallowed hard again. I could see the hesitation in her eyes like she was debating whether to tell me or not. After another second, she began to speak. The more she spoke, the more the horror inside me grew.At first, I thought she was exaggerating from panic. But as she explained waking up to the smell of blood inside her room, my stomach tightened. Then she told me about the severed heads. My face drained of color immediately.“What?” I whispered.Clara nodded weakly, tears gathering in her eyes again. “Three heads, Serafine. Sitting on the table besid
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