Seraphine’s POV
The door didn’t close loudly when he left. It should have…
It should have slammed hard enough to shake the walls, to echo through the halls so everyone knew something had broken.
But it didn’t. It clicked. Soft and controlled. Just like him.
I stood there for a moment, staring at the empty doorway, my fingers slowly tightening against my dress.
So.
This was where it shifted.
Not ended.
Shifted.
I let out a slow breath, rolling my shoulders back as the tension settled into something sharper, cleaner. Panic would have been easy. Fear, even easier.
But neither would serve me.
Darius wasn’t gone.
Not yet.
He was thinking.
And thinking men were predictable.
I turned, walking to the desk, my fingers brushing over the report he had left behind. I didn’t need to read
