Chapter 295

AURELIA’S POV When I pushed open the door to my chamber, I expected silence. The kind of silence I’d come to treasure—fragile, fleeting. Instead, I found Seraphina pacing like a caged animal, her skirts swishing with every sharp turn. Her eyes snapped to me the instant I entered, blazing with a fury I hadn’t seen in weeks. “What the hell are you doing?” she spat. I froze at the threshold, confusion threading through me. “What?” “You heard me,” she snapped, advancing until only a few steps separated us. “What the hell are you trying to do?” Her voice was high, edged with panic beneath the anger. For once, her usual mockery wasn’t there. This was something rawer, harsher. I frowned, crossing my arms. “What’s your problem, Seraphina?” “My problem?” She gave a bitter laugh that echoed off the walls. “My problem is you. You standing up in the hall like some heroine. You mouthing off to Draven in front of his pack. Any wrong move you make doesn’t just fall on you, Aurelia—it falls on all of