SERAPHINA
I managed to keep my composure long enough to get Azriel his promised dessert and tuck him into bed. He chattered the whole time about the “nice man” who helped him build his fortress, completely oblivious to the way my hands shook or how I kept glancing at the door.
Now, an hour later, I pace my chambers like a caged animal, my hands shaking as I press them against my stomach. Luna won’t stop whimpering in my mind, a constant stream of anxiety that makes it impossible to think straight.
“He knows,” I whisper to the empty room. “Gods, he knows.”
Elena sits on the edge of my bed, watching me wear a path in the carpet. “Maybe he won’t—”
“Won’t what? Demand answers?” I spin to face her. “You saw his face. He knows Azriel is his.”
The knock at my door makes us both freeze.
“Pr
