Chapter 89 Seraphina

• Damn it, damn it, damn it! With every beat of my wings, I feel the weight of the frustration building in my chest. The cold morning wind cuts through my bird form, but not even that can erase the heat of the rage burning inside me. My eyes, sharpened in the transformation, clearly see the moment when Caelum approaches the children. My heart, even hardened by years of calculation and strategy, leaps involuntarily. He found them.
• I thought I’d be faster. I thought my intelligence, my magic, my ability to manipulate the pieces of this infernal game would put me ahead. But no. Those two brats were quick, they slipped through my grasp and, somehow, went straight to him. As if fate itself was determined to spit in my face. I turn abruptly in the air, flapping my wings forcefully as I pull away from the scene.
• My only thought is to get to the castle. Every gust of wind feels like a slap, a cruel reminder that my plan, carefully crafted over months, is crumbling right before my eyes. When I finally spot the castle towers in the distance, I increase my speed, my small, light body cutting through the air like an arrow.