Chapter4

“Mom,” his voice was hoarse. “What did you just say?”

Seraphina lifted her head, her face soaked with tears. She looked at Caspian, her eyes clear. Today, she was lucid.

“Benefactor,” she said. “Marcus Morrow was my benefactor.”

Caspian’s hand clenched, his knuckles whitening. “Wasn’t he the one ...