Seraphine’s POV
“They’re talking about her again.” The words slipped out sharper than I intended.
Darius didn’t look up.
“Let them talk.”
I stared at him across the room, fingers tightening slightly around the glass in my hand. “You don’t sound concerned.”
“That’s because I’m not.”
The calmness in his tone irritated me more than the words themselves.
“You should be,” I said, stepping closer. “She’s unstable.”
That got his attention, barely. His eyes lifted to meet mine, unreadable.
“You’ve said that before.”
“And I was right.”
He tilted his head slightly, studying me in that quiet, infuriating way he had.
“Or,” he said, “you’re repeating it until it sounds true.”
I let out a soft, disbelieving laugh. “You think I’m lying?”
“I think you’re reacting.”
“To what?” I challenged.
