The Seraphim Soirée

Amelia POV

As the night deepened, silence filled the room, broken only by the faint rustle of leaves outside the window and an occasional howl from patrolling wolves. I didn’t want to sleep. What if the nightmares came again? The thorns, the blood, the echoes of laughter that turned into screams, the feeling of being trapped? And worse, what if I screamed in my sleep? Leonardo would hear me. He’d