CHAPTER 109: WHAT YOU WANTED

SERAPHINA’S POV

It's been a whole week—7 days, 168 hours of pure agony.

Every single time I'd run into Artemis in the hallway, he'd look the other way, as if I were some demented cockroach scuttling about in broad daylight, acting as though I never existed.

Each time I approached to talk, he'd promptly stand up and walk away, not even attempting to mask the scowl on his face.

He clearly hates me.

Artemis Sinclair is giving me the cold shoulder, and it hurts like hell.

I have a hunch about why—perhaps it's because I stabbed him or shattered Olivia's glass globe on his head. It's a reasonable explanation – and honestly, I’d run from my crazy ass too.

However, he doesn’t seem willing to give me a chance to apologize.

For the rest of today, I fixate on the little gold card in my hands. Whenever it's tucked away in my pocket, I still find myself running my fingers over its rough texture.

This card holds all the answers I've craved for months.

Every. Single. One.

I always thought hav