SERAPHINA’S POVThe streets are rougher and busier as we move through them, dust rising from the roads and filling the air. Shoulders constantly bump into me in this thick crowd.I get it, though; I'm small compared to them, so I'm not easily noticed unless brushed against. Yet, no one stops to apologize, like uncivilized apes.I try not to let it get to me, focusing on the mission, until I almost topple over. Artemis grabs my hand to hold me up."Are you okay?""Yeah," I reply, dusting my shoulder and glaring at the person who just walks by.Artemis's eyes follow, probably calculating how long it would take to rough him up in a corner.I see it and hold onto his arm, repeating with a softer look on my face, "I’m fine."He lets it go."Stay close, we could get separated," he warns, facing forward again.Almost as if on cue, like some sick, twisted joke by the universe, I'm brushed against again, twice, stumbling forward and falling on my butt.Scrambling to my feet, I dodge through a
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