Seraphina's POV
But even as I thought it, even as I tried to force myself to feel the hatred my brother wanted me to feel, I couldn't quite get there.
Because despite everything, despite the lies, the betrayal, the manipulation, the curse—I still felt something for Adrian. Something that wouldn't die no matter how much I wanted it to.
The mate bond, maybe. Or maybe I was just that pathetic.
I didn't know anymore.
I didn't know anything anymore.
All I knew was that I was tired. So incredibly tired. Tired of hurting, tired of being alone, tired of being caught between impossible choices.
I closed my eyes, but sleep wouldn't come. My mind kept spinning, kept replaying every moment with Adrian, every conversation, every touch, looking for clues I'd missed. Looking for the truth hidden beneath the lies.
Had he ever cared about me at all?
Or was I always just his willing sacrifice, waiting to happen?
Adrian's POV
