Seraphina's Point Of View
I rolled my eyes before I could stop myself.
"You're not special," I muttered under my breath, but I knew they heard it. Of course they did. Nothing slipped past them. Not words. Not breaths. Not weakness.
Still, I lifted my chin anyway.
"You wanted to see me?" I asked, my voice cool, dry, controlled. Like this was just another meeting. Just another corporate discussion. Like my skin wasn't prickling under the weight of their stares.
Like my heart wasn't beating just a little too hard.
Azriel didn't answer immediately.
He took a slow sip from the glass in his hand, eyes never leaving mine. Not even for a second. The amber liquid caught the light, but I barely noticed it. I was too aware of the way he watched me… not casually, not lazily.
Intently.
Like he was reading something written under my skin.
"We did," he said finally.
Two simple words.
But the way he said them… calm, certain, made something uneasy twist in my chest.
Lucian moved next.
