That statement about Marigold not having seen the man she had drawn immediately caught Seraphine's full attention.
Her eyes drifted toward Marigold. The little girl was still sleeping peacefully on the bed, a small hand tucked beneath her cheek while soft breaths escaped her lips. The sight made Seraphine's heart ache with pure love.
Then she looked down at the drawing. The second her eyes landed on it, her entire body froze. Goosebumps erupted across her skin, and a cold sensation raced down her spine.
"She drew this?" The question came out barely above a whisper, so many thoughts running through her mind as she found it hard to settle on any of them.
Jasmine nodded right away, pride shining clearly in her voice. "She did. She's good at everything she tries." Her gaze softened with affection as she looked over at the sleeping child. "Honestly, sometimes it feels like the Moon Goddess herself personally blessed her."
