Seraphina's POV
I was so shocked that I had no words.
Before I even realized it, tears began streaming down my cheeks.
How could someone be so evil?
No wonder Adrian hated the Ashfords. No wonder he'd vowed to kill every last one of them. No wonder he'd wanted to kill me.
He had such a big reason.
The thought of Adrian's mother—a pregnant woman—suffering at my father's hands made me feel sick. How could my father be like that? What kind of monster...?
I'd hated my father before, but now that hatred rose to another level entirely. But more than that, I hated myself. I hated the fact that I was from the Ashford family. I hated that his dirty blood flowed through my veins.
I hated that I was born as the daughter of that man. If before I'd felt innocent, now I felt nothing but guilty. I despised my blood, my identity, the mere fact that I was his daughter.
And if Adrian wanted to kill me now, I wouldn't even mind. That was what I owed him. That was what my blood owed him.
