Seraphine’s Pov
I was told not to go near Caleb’s mansion.
But I am Seraphine. I do not take orders, not even from the fates themselves.
Curiosity burned hotter than reason, and when I arrived… horror burned itself into my eyes.
Malric.
Delilah.
On the corridor.
Bodies tangled. Breathless. Shameless.
Every thrust, every moan, was an insult carved straight into my chest.
They didn’t notice me—no, maybe they did. Maybe they decided to ignore me. That was worse. That was unbearable.
I clenched my fists so tightly that my nails cut into my palms. The sound of Delilah’s moans grated against me, dragged me lower into a pit I never knew I had inside me.
And then it happened.
Malric drove into her, deep, hard. Her head fell back, her lips parted. And still… still her eyes found mine.
