Seraphina's Point Of View
I smirked.
Not the soft kind. Not the playful kind.
A sharp, crooked curve of my lips that didn't reach my eyes.
Then I laughed.
Cold. Bitter. Hollow.
The kind of laugh that comes when something inside you finally breaks and you realize you don't care enough anymore to glue it back together.
"Really?" I said, tilting my head slightly, studying him like a specimen under glass. "You'd kill him… and you trust me."
My laugh died abruptly.
"So tell me, Adrian," I continued, voice lowering, sharpening with every word, "why can't the same apply to you?"
Silence.
Thick. Heavy. Suffocating.
His mouth opened, then closed. His brows knit together, confusion and panic wrestling on his face. He searched my eyes like the answer might still be hidden there, like he could still find the girl who used to believe him without question.
She was gone.
"You can't answer," I said softly, nodding once. "Thought so."
