SERAPHINA’S POV
My days off were as rare and precious as hidden gems.
No rigorous training schedule. No sadistic drills threatening to kill me. No psychotic trainer doing her very best to combust my eardrums.
The only downside was that I was so used to movement and action that I spent all of twenty extra minutes in bed before I got too restless and shot to my feet.
I turned the energy on the house. I tackled the sink full of dishes, wiped down the shelves, and even folded the laundry that had grown into a mini mountain, moving from chore to chore until the rooms felt lighter.
By the time I finished, the floors gleamed and the house smelled faintly of lemon cleaner and lavender air freshener.
Still, it wasn’t enough. The restlessness lingered, drumming through my veins. My gaze drifted out the window to where the lawn waited, strewn with dry leaves like a silent challenge.
