Sera’s POV
His mother was nothing like I imagined. Not the rude, foreboding woman my mind had painted despite being Judas Romanovski’s mother. Instead, she was a beam of light in this damn family of brooding men. It almost felt normal. Almost.
“Sit, dear,” Rara said softly offering a warm smile. It was hard to believe that someone like her could exist in a family like this. I never judge a book by its cover, but the freaking Romanovski name screamed violence and nothing else.
Her warm smile radiated an unwavering kindness, yet her presence carried an elegance I couldn’t grasp. Like the gentle breeze before a hurricane.
“No, no, please, Mrs. Romanovski, I can—” I stammered, moving to pour the tea myself.
But she placed a firm hand on mine, stopping me. “Nonsense. You’re Judas’s guest.
