Seraphina's Pov
As soon as I stepped out of the rooftop door, I pulled the key from my pocket and slid it into the lock, twisting it until I heard the click that sealed the door. There. The rooftop was now inaccessible to anyone else.
The last thing I needed was some nosy student sneaking up there later tonight or before school hours early in the morning, and ruining the plans I had for tomorrow.
I stood there for a moment, the key still in my hand, and allowed myself a small sigh. A part of me—a deep, hidden part—felt guilty about what I'd just done. This wasn't the real me. The real Seraphina wouldn't have left someone handcuffed to a rooftop railing, stripped down to nothing but her underwear, shivering in the cold night. The real me didn't revel in such humiliation or cruelty.
