Seraphina’s POV
I woke up in Alistair’s room. I wasn’t really planning to... It’s just that I didn’t want to deal with Asher after last night. I wasn’t scared... it was more like secondhand embarrassnt from whatever Lucien blurted out.
Alistair, of course, acted as if nothing had happened. We had planned to work on so physics problems, and he still helped , just as he always does, even after all that drama.
And because I had fallen asleep in Lucien’s car ssed up my sleep, I tossed and turned all night.
So yeah, I ended up waking late. It wasn’t a big deal, of course, but... when I looked at the ti, it was almost noon.
"Damn it!" I muttered under my breath, tossing the blanket off and jumping out of bed in a hurry. I rushed out of Alistair’s room and ran straight to the kitchen.
Thank god it was Saturday. If it were a regular day, I’d have not only missed class but also embarrassed myself walking in this late, and reaching the class at this ti.
I hurried down the stairs in my pajamas, half-asleep, as my throat was sore and scratchy. I didn’t know what was going on, but it hurt like hell, and all I wanted was so hot water.
"You’ve finally woken up?" A sharp voice snapped out of my half-asleep state, dragging back to reality. "Do you really think you’re so princess from a royal family that people should wait around for you?"
Mrs. Lancaster’s voice hit my ears like a slap. My feet froze in place.
"Mom!" lissa quickly stepped in, with that super-sweet smile of hers. "She must’ve been studying hard. Brother Alistair said she was with him, rember?"
I could see through that fake little smile, barely hiding the smugness underneath. She wasn’t trying to calm her mother down, but she was fueling her anger with her words.
"Yeah, she was with Alistair..." Mrs. Lancaster hissed, jaw clenched as her eyes bore into with disgust. "The whole night."
What the hell? I blinked, frowning as my heart skipped a beat.
’What was that supposed to an?’ I couldn’t figure out what exactly she was implying... But whatever it was, it didn’t feel right.
"Forgive ," I said quietly, ignoring and not looking at either of them. I wasn’t in the mood for their bullshit right after waking up. My head was still foggy, my throat still raw. I just wanted sothing to soothe myself.
I stepped ahead, trying to ignore the tension in the room, when a maid ca up with a tray in her hands.
"Miss, Second Young Master ordered us to prepare a hot al and warm water for you the mont you woke up," she said softly with a small and respectful smile. "Please have so water while your food is being prepared, and—"
She didn’t even finish when...
The tray flew out of her hands with such force that the water splashed straight onto . I was so shocked that I couldn’t move in ti.
The water soaked through my sleeves... It was scorching hot. It burned as it slid down my skin, which made my muscles twitch. I clenched my teeth to stop a hiss from escaping.
The tray hit the floor with a loud crash. Glass scattered across the tiles, so of it biting into my feet, my hands, and my cheek. I didn’t even flinch.
The maid stood frozen, trembling, eyes wide with shock. She didn’t even dare to touch .
"Mada!" she gasped in horror. "You... she is hurt!"
Mrs. Lancaster didn’t say a word to her.
Her eyes were locked on . Her gaze was still cold and full of disgust. As if I were an insect that didn’t fit in her beautiful house.
"Look at you..." She gritted her teeth as her voice was full of hate. "Using your brothers to stand against now, huh?"
She didn’t even try to hide the hatred anymore, as if I weren’t the daughter she had birthed but an enemy who had taken over her position.
If this were new, maybe I would’ve been shocked. But I had been through this a lot... to even feel anything now.
I was numb to everything that she’d do to .
Still, I guess it had been too long, facing her like this that I couldn’t even move on ti.
I didn’t say a word. I didn’t want to talk to her or even want to be there.
I just turned away to leave, but pain shot up through my leg the mont I stepped forward.
I looked down.
A piece of glass was stuck in my foot.
Damn it... I wasn’t wearing slippers. I’d rushed out like an idiot without thinking.
Hot water still clung to my skin, burning . My pajamas were soaked. My hands stung from the cuts. But I stayed quiet.
Blood started to pool near my toes as I stepped again.
Still, I kept walking. I didn’t cry or say anything.
I just wanted to get away. But the maid kept stopping . She held my arm gently, whispering that I shouldn’t move, as there was too much glass on the floor, and my feet were already bleeding.
And the problem was... the floor tiles were just as white as the shattered glass. So, I couldn’t even tell what I was stepping on.
But I didn’t care.
Because if I stayed... I might lose my sanity. And I was too damn tired for that.
"Stop!"
Mrs. Lancaster’s voice rang behind . It was sharp and cold.
Of course. She wasn’t going to let go that easily.
"Mada, Young Miss is bleeding, please let her go..." the maid pleaded in a trembling tone.
But instead of a reply, a sharp slap landed on her face.
"Get away!" Mrs. Lancaster shot back at her, shoving her so hard she almost slipped on the broken glass.
I caught her in ti, held her arm, and helped her stand. She looked shaken and scared.
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