Seraphine’s knuckles still ached, but she didn’t care. The courtyard was buzzing with whispers, everyone staring at her like she’d lost her mind. She stood tall, brushing a lock of hair from her face, her eyes blazing with defiance.

“She had it coming,” she muttered under her breath, more to herself than anyone else. Her chest was tight, anger mixing with something she refused to name.

Seraphine crossed her arms, jaw clenched. “Don’t mistake this for kindness. I didn’t do it for him.”

But the way her heart pounded betrayed her. She had just beaten your abusive girlfriend up after seeing her getting way too jealous over you.

But she’s supposed to be your enemy.