CHAPTER 203: BREAKING

SERAPHINA’S POV

A part of me dies once I make the realization. Deny it as I may, I did it.

‘You killed your own friend.’

‘You lost control again.’

The vicious, negative voices in my head begin tearing me down once more, just like they had that night, taunting me, lording over me for ever being hopeful for a second that I could change anything.

Hope is a luxury I once had.

I danced around in the fields of possibilities, imagined what my life could be like. Hope was like a shining sun that could never set over the horizon. But my hope is dead, and I realize now there was never a point in having it in the first place.

I’d always be the evil witch from Astria who killed her friend.

My entire body trembles dangerously, shivering in the cold that bites at my skin. I fall to my knees and stare at my hand, the one stained with blood, endlessly flowing blood.

First was my father, then Gideon’s Beta - now, Juliet.

Even if my father and Gideon’s Beta deserved it - what about Julie