The words hung in the air, crashing into me with the force of a tidal wave. "Go home?" I echoed, staring at Seraphine like she'd just sprouted an extra horn—or three.
"We still have two weeks here. What happened to 'enjoy the break, unwind, and don't get into trouble'?" My voice was sharp, disbelief rippling through each syllable.
The sea breeze whipped past us, carrying the scent of salt and sun-drenched wood, mocking the serene vacation we were about to abandon.
Seraphine didn't flinch. Her expression was carved from stone, her crimson eyes burning with that unnerving intensity she reserved for life-or-death matters. My mind churned, a storm of questions and half-formed scenarios spinning wildly.
Home wasn't just a place. It was the Demon Realm, a boiling cauldron of chaos and cutthroat politics where peace was a fragile illusion.
