Seraphina's POVThe hospital room smells like antiseptic and shattered triumph.I've been awake for three hours, watching dawn paint Manhattan gold through windows that feel like prison bars, and all I can think about is the irony: I survived experimental surgery that kills twelve percent of people. Delivered a speech that went viral and launched a movement. Collapsed in front of five hundred witnesses because my body decided martyrdom looked better than moderation."You're awake."Aurelius's voice comes from the corner where he's been sleeping—if you can call whatever twisted position he's in sleeping—in a chair designed to torture concerned husbands. His hair is disheveled, his shirt is wrinkled, and the shadow of exhaustion on his face makes him look older. Mortal. Terrified."How long was I out?" My throat feels like sandpaper."Eighteen hours. They sedated you. Your fever spiked to 104. Dr. Torres said—" His voice breaks completely. "He said if it had climbed any higher, we'd be
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