Chapter 61 Seraphine

I leaned my forehead against the mirror.

“So I’m not human,” I whispered. “And I’m not… enough.”

My throat burned.

“I’m just a chubby, messy dragonborn,” I murmured, tears finally spilling, “who doesn’t even get to be wanted for herself.”

Behind the door, Dante spoke again—softer, urgent.

“I’m ...

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