Chapter 43 Feeling needed

Seraphina's POV:

The gym was my sanctuary. The smell of sweat and leather, the rhythmic thud of my fists against the heavy bag. In here, I was a weapon. Sharpened, honed, and terrifyingly lethal. I didn’t beg. I didn’t break. I ended things. It was the one truth to my life that never failed me.

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