Seraphina's Point Of View
"Instead of apologizing through the phone, why don't you come over and show us how sincere you are."
The words slid through the speaker like warm honey laced with crushed glass. I gasped, my grip tightening so hard on the phone that the screen might actually shatter beneath my fingers. My heart didn't just skip a beat; it performed a full gymnastic routine against my ribs, complete with backflips and dismounts.
A wave of heat, fierce and sudden, crept up from my neck, flooding my cheeks and making my ears ring with a high-pitched whine only I could hear. This wasn't supposed to happen. I wasn't supposed to react like this… not to him, not to any of them.
