CHAPTER 129: THE BAD MEMORIES

SERAPHINA’S POV

It's finally nighttime, and I've slipped into bed wearing my nighties, reminiscing on all the twists and turns the day brought.

I relish the brief moment with Miss Lucy and my encounters with my childhood bullies.

Then that occurrence comes to mind—when the stone was about to hit, and I felt a surge of energy move through me just before my shadow shifted.

I'm sure no one would believe me if I said it. The idea of my shadow moving on its own sounds completely absurd.

But I know what I saw and felt; it was as real as those possessions I've experienced before, only without the hate and anger bubbling in my chest and with full control of my body, even if it was just for a brief moment.

I stare at my palm, wondering what this means.

I don't know whether to be pleased that my body wasn't taken over or devastated that there's yet another layer of myself to figure out.

I'm like a walking box of endless surprises.

Deep in thought, staring at my ceiling, I hear the sound o