SERAPHINA’S POV
Shit.
I’d known the name Mireya was somewhat familiar, but it wasn’t until she mentioned the name Olivia that the puzzle pieces clicked into place.
Olivia.
The girl who had thrown herself into danger without hesitation. The one who had protected Celeste with her life.
It wasn’t my own memory, but I could vividly see the moment the bullet tore through Olivia from Celeste’s perspective.
My knees nearly buckled, a tremor rippling right through me, before I forced them steady.
Mireya watched me with hope shining in her wide brown eyes.
‘I need to go home to Olivia.’
I let out a slow breath, forcing my thoughts into order.
I couldn’t tell her.
Not like this.
Not in the aftermath of what had happened, with everything still too raw and unstable. The truth wasn’t just information—it was something that would hit hard, and it needed space to land.
“Mireya.”
“Yes?”
“You need to rest.”
A small crease formed between her brows. “I’m fine.”
“You’re not.”
