Seraphina's POV
When I got back to the main building, I found Trista sitting in her office. Her face was like stone, and I could tell she was fighting to keep her chaotic aura from leaking out.
I knocked on the open door and walked in. "What happened? Still no middle ground with Wilmot?"
Trista shook her head. "It doesn't matter. If he keeps dragging his feet, I'll just file for legal separation. Two years from now, that damn mating bond will be dead and buried anyway."
She tried to sound casual, giving me a small smile. "It's just two years. I'm not exactly in a rush to find someone new. The only people sweating are the Bloodmoon higher-ups."
Watching her act like she was fine while her eyes were screaming with hurt made my chest ache.
My best friend's life was every bit as much of
