CHAPTER 200: SHE’S ALIVE

SERAPHINA’S POV

It’s been four days now in this painfully white clinic room.

It's been three hours since Artemis left to pick up fresh clothes and real food for me.

And it's been almost twenty-four hours—twenty-four long, dreary hours—since the news of Juliet's death was dropped like a bomb.

But of course, I know it's a lie.

Juliet is not dead.

Juliet is not dead.

Juliet is not dead.

I repeat this to myself, laughing heartily at Jasper’s cruel attempt at a joke yesterday.

I laughed right in their convincing faces then, at the Oscar-worthy tears that drenched Jasper's face, and the godforsaken snot that followed.

God, he really must have given the cheap prank his best, expensive tricks.

Juliet is not dead—I chant it to myself, again and again, until I can feel it in my heart that the words are true.

She's a werewolf, and if I had somehow survived the explosion, then she did too. She had to have.

What good would all the werewolf agility in the world be if it could n