FATHER'S COMING.

SERAPHINA’S POINT OF VIEW. My heart pounds in my chest as I watch Lucien dash out of the infirmary and down the halls. He looked like a man on a mission, his long legs pulling him along as he practically marched off. My mind screamed one thing at me; This would be chaotic, and Father would hate every second of it. I followed behind him with small steps so he would not see me, but I doubt he could see anything else in this moment; all he did was look ahead. It felt like the world had paused for him, waiting with every breath to see what he would do, and if I knew anything about Ravenscroft, it was that he would stir shit up. He pushed through the doors of the arena, and marched inside. It suddenly felt like the air was still, as everyone watched with rapt attention, and like the fucking attention maggot this school was, I’d already seen some of the students with their phones out, ready to file this for the school’s gossip columns. The camera flashed at him with every move he made. All