SERAPHINA'S POV
I ran downstairs again, my heart pounding so violently it felt like it would shatter my ribs. Elena stopped me at the bottom of the stairs, her hand gentle but firm on my arm.
"Where do you think you're going, Lola?" she asked, her voice laced with worry.
"The… witch," I stammered, my words tumbling out in panic. "We need to find an antidote. I can't just sit here—"
"My brother is already handling it, Lola," Elena said softly, trying to calm me. "He has called for the best witches in the region. You don't have to worry."
But I was worried. I couldn't just sit around while Ivy lay dying, and worse the witches he would bring might experiment on her, treat her like a test subject instead of a person.
That was the last thing I wanted to happen.
I looked up at Elena, desperation clawing at my throat. "I need to leave now."
"It's already too late, Lola," she whispered, her grip tightening slightly.
