Seraphina's Point Of View
The armored sedan's hum was the only thing keeping me grounded as we glided through the neon-soaked streets. Everything felt like a fever dream… the guns, the gravel, the revelation that my father wasn't just a ghost, but a god in a tailored suit.
I sat in the plush leather seat, feeling like an intruder in my own life, my hands still trembling from the adrenaline that refused to fade. My fingernails had left small crescents in my palms from clenching my fists so tightly.
Rose vibrated with nervous energy beside me, her eyes darting between the tinted window and my face. She was searching for something… reassurance, maybe, or signs that I was about to shatter. I recognized that look.
