Seraphine’s POV
The door shut behind me harder than I intended. The sound echoed through the room. I didn’t turn back. Didn’t slow down neither. I just kept walking and went straight to the table.
My fingers pressed into the wood, hard enough that the edge dug into my palm.
He didn’t even look at me.
Not properly.
Not the way he used to.
A bitter laugh slipped out before I could stop it.
“Interesting,” I muttered.
No answer.
Of course not.
Because I wasn’t speaking to him.
Not anymore.
I straightened slowly, smoothing my dress like the movement could pull my control back into place.
It didn’t.
My chest felt tight.
Not fear.
No.
Something worse.
Slipping.
Everything was slipping.
Darius.
The council.
The pack.
And all because of her.
Kaelira.
My jaw tightened.
“She
