SERAPHINA’S POV
I wait for a response from her for a second before risking a look at her face. Her expression is stoic, lips pursed into a straight line, making me nervous.
“Say something,” I almost beg.
Finally, she blinks as if waking up from some trance and shakes her head.
“So... you think you're connected to the Astria Tribe?” she asks calculatingly, like admitting my claims out loud is even more alarming.
“Yes, exactly”' I exclaim, a little too loudly.
A surge of excitement courses through me. Finally, someone understands me, without judgment, without thinking I've lost it.
I let out a small chuckle until I see her brow arch slowly.
“Right... Are you sure you didn't knock your head during the altercation with Morgan? Or could this be stress-induced paranoia?”
My exciteme
