SERAPHINE POV
Okay. I was done. Emotionally done. Physically done. Spiritually done. Cosmetically EXTREMELY done. Imagine fighting demon spiders the size of cottages, exploding them with accidental nuclear-fart-Qi, then being marinated in green goo for forty minutes. Yeah.I deserved a nap. And a cookie. Anyway, the river was magical, glowing like some celestial bath bomb, and THANK ALL DEITIES that Coffi—my queen, my guard, my emotional support menace—scrubbed demon goo off my back with a soap she made from goat milk and lavender.
Sir Alex also helped rinse my hair, which was… Look, I have dignity, okay? I will NOT discuss how close he was or how nice he smelled even after a battle. But let me tell you: If I had the energy to flirt, I would've bullied him into turning red again.
