Seraphina's POV
For once, the man who usually dictated every breath in the room was being disturbingly compliant.
"I don't have time to find you a suit," I said, testing him. "I'm just grabbing a parka for you to throw on. Deal with it."
He didn't snap. He just lowered his head, shifting his weight to make it easier for me to wrap the coat around him. "Whatever you say," he murmured.
His voice was terrifyingly soft, laced with a needy, submissive edge I'd never heard before.
Vivian was standing two feet away, her eyes boring into us.
I caught a glimpse of her out of the corner of my eye—her nails were digging so hard into her thighs they were leaving angry, red crescents.
The air around her was turning toxic with jealousy.
I grabbed a heavy coat from the master suite, draped it ove
