SERAPHINA’S POV
Whether it was the lingering magic of the fireworks, or the quiet grounding of Lucian’s bracelet, or simply the fact that I was finally home—back in my own bed, beneath my own roof—after so long, I had the best night’s sleep in forever.
Not the shallow, fractured drifting where dreams snagged and unraveled the moment I reached for them, but real sleep—the kind that wrapped around me gently and didn’t let go until morning insisted.
When I woke, sunlight spilled across the sheets in pale gold bands, and for a lingering, peaceful moment, I just lay there, breathing.
My mind felt…still.
No buzzing at the edges. No restless tug beneath my ribs. The constant hum I’d grown accustomed to since my psychic abilities awakened had dimmed to something distant and manageable.
