CHAPTER 70: MOVING DAY

SERAPHINA’S POV

As expected, the room is empty when I arrive - colder than usual, and perfectly spotless as it would be just before we left for school.

Her lavender scent still lingers in the air, stronger on her side of the room, hurting my already aching heart even more.

Instead of falling on my bed as usual, I move over to her side, seating first on her soft mattress and gently feeling the fabric of her sheath beneath my fingers. That is before falling back and fully lying on it.

I turn, pressing my face into it just as tears fall down my eyes again.

If it weren't for me, she'd be here by now, back from school, sighing away the stress of the day. She'd toss her bag aside, climb into bed for a 15-minute power nap, and then dive into her thick books.

But instead, she's trapped in a vegetative state, all because I was so desperate to change this school.

Regretting it now won't change anything. Like Lucian said, all I can do is sit and wait, praying they find the evidence they need—an