SERAPHINA’S POV
I arrive at the cafeteria just minutes after the bell has rang, joining the line leading up to the various options of meals splayed out like a buffet, while dragging my feet on the ground.
My mood is still sour from both encounters with Lucian and Artemis.
Lucian treating me like a hopeless and helpless cause, and Artemis thinking he can dictate every part of my life, even down to who I talk to. What is even wrong with him?
Without his threat, I doubt I would have considered even talking to Lucian ever again, but he didn’t have to say it that way, bossing me around, making me really feel like I am a slave.
That’s what the agreement entails though; me having to answer to him even if I don’t like it, or I leave school like a coward.
I angrily scoop the rice into my plat
