Chapter 215 The Flower That Never Withers

• SERAPHINA
• A part of me was honestly thrilled that he chose to share his past with me, a past the world probably had no knowledge of. Though another part of me was heavy with guilt. Guilt over my own curiosity. Because of me, the memories he might’ve been trying to bury were now ripped open, bleeding, raw, and hurting all over again.
• Then again…what was this emotion I was sensing through our mate bond? It wasn’t sadness. It wasn’t grief. It wasn’t even pain.