SERAPHINA
The banquet hall buzzes with conversation and laughter as nobles from all four kingdoms mingle. I stand near the eastern wall, a glass of wine I haven't touched warming in my hand, watching the crowd with forced calm.
Since the opening ceremony yesterday, I've been hyperaware of Kieran's presence in the palace. Every glimpse of him across crowded rooms intensifies that impossible pull, while Luna whines constantly about our mate being so close yet untouchable.
I've kept Azriel far from the main halls, terrified of a chance encounter that would unravel five years of secrets.
"You're doing that thing again," Elena murmurs beside me, her own glass raised to her lips.
"What thing?"
"That thing where you look like you're about to bolt." She nods toward the crowd. "Relax. He's on
