Seraphina's POV
"You need a hand with the move?"
"No. I don't have much. Two suitcases and I'm out," I said, giving Trista a firm shake of my head.
When I first signed that contract with Mortimer, I was delusional. I thought I could actually spark the mating bond, that we'd find some soulful harmony.
But somewhere deep in my DNA, my survival instinct stayed awake. It kept my emotions on a leash.
I flirted with the edge of that bond for three years, but I always kept a professional distance.
That's why, even though I decorated that house with my own hands, my actual footprint there was tiny.
A few days ago, I'd already started boxing up anything that smelled like me. I'd been erasing my existence from his life in stages.
"Fine. I'm clocking out. Call me if you hit a snag."
"Will do
