KIERAN
I pace my office, unable to sleep. Dinner replays in my mind—not the food, not the politics. Her.
Seraphina's eyes when she looked at Cassius. Glazed. Unfocused. Like she was somewhere else entirely.
She's never looked at me like that. Not even during the heat when her body responded to mine.
My wolf snarls in my mind. "Something is wrong with our mate."
"I know."
This morning in the garden, she was different. Present. Real. We threw dirt at each other like children, and when I pinned her in the mud, I saw want in her eyes. Clear, conscious want.
Then Cassius appeared, and everything shifted.
That brief moment when I arrived at the table and saw her hand resting in Cassius's. How she sat beside him, leaning closer than necessary.
The contrast gnaws at me.
And I have notice
