Chapter Sixty-Four: An Attack?
Seraphina's POV
Percy Lennon. An unapologetic jerk.
I didn't answer anything he said, but he still stayed in the room. Third hadn't arrived with the food, and I was almost suffocating inside the blanket.
"How long can you stay in there?" he patted my head.
I poked his hand with my claws, and he drew it back. I frowned when he chuckled. I wasn't playing with him. There was a knock on my door, and he left to answer it. I opened the blanket to get fresh air. Why was I punishing myself? The aroma of chicken soup whiffed into my nose, and I sprang up from the bed.
"Finally awake?"
I didn't meet Percy's gaze and carried the tray of food from him. I climbed back into bed and started eating. He sat down beside me.
"Eat slowly. It's not running away."
"Get out of my room. I'm still mad at you." I pointed at the door.
