I pressed both hands against my face while my shoulders shook.
I didn't want to be Queen. I didn't want to be chosen by dragons. I didn't want mysterious blood running through my veins. I didn't want visions or prophecies or ancient enemies.
I wanted my mother. I wanted the life I had lost.
And most of all, I wanted to know whether Draven had truly meant every word he had said to me.
A sound outside the room made me freeze.
Footsteps. Slow footsteps that stopped directly outside my door and my heart began pounding.
I knew those footsteps.
Draven. So I held my breath.
"Seraphina?" He asked and I covered my mouth.
He didn't know I was inside. There was silence for several seconds, and then he sighed.
"I know you're angry." He said as I squeezed my eyes shut.
"I know you have every
