Chapter 32 The Dying Light
- Seraphina’s POV
- I watched my sister's face, searching for any trace of the girl who used to braid flowers in my hair. The girl who cried when we found a dead bird in the garden. The girl who would sneak into my room during thunderstorms because she was afraid of the dark.
- That girl was dying right in front of me, and I was the only one who seemed to care.