Hunter
My palms began to sweat as I trailed after Seraphina, up the steps, into the mansion I had hoped to never step foot in again. It smelled the same as I remembered, like lavender and decay. Just as cold as I remembered too. I felt nauseated, the memories hitting me like a blow to the gut. Even Hugo was unusually quiet, plagued by his own demons. His silence made me feel empty and lost; truly alone. Not now. I couldn't let these feelings overtake me. Dahlia was here somewhere, and I had to get her out. There was no room for panic, no room for grief or fear. I shoved down everything I was feeling as I strode into the main room, standing just before her dais.
How many times have I been here before? Standing, kneeling, begging.
"That was quite the show," Seraphina noted, sitting high
