SERAPHINA’S POV
I should’ve hung up right there and then—as soon as I heard her voice.
I shouldn’t have let her join the chorus of family members that simply wouldn’t let me be.
But then her voice cracked as she said, “Sera, please don’t hang up.”
I exhaled, dropping onto one of the chairs in the foyer—the same one Kieran had sat on while I treated his injury.
“I’m not hanging up,” I said, my voice tight. “What do you want?”
“I…” She took a shaky breath. “I just wanted to check up on you, dear. How are things? With your injury and training and—”
My incredulous snort cut her off, and I could hear the frown in her voice when she asked, “Is something funny, dear?”
I nodded, even though she couldn’t see me. “Yeah. You are, Margaret. You’re hilarious.”
I heard her sharp intake of breath. “Mom,” she corrected softly.
