Seraphine’s Pov
“You see what I’m saying, Malric?” I murmured, close enough that he could smell the faint scent of my oil.
“She’s in there with Caleb doing things the stars don’t even whisper about. I told you from the start: she isn’t the one for you.”
We were a few feet from Caleb’s door. I had pulled him here on purpose. He’d followed because men never resist the promise of scandal. I could see the twitch in his jaw. He was a volcano wrapped in steel.
“Why are you showing me this?” he asked, sharp, quiet.
“Open your eyes,” I said. “I have news. Come to your chambers. Let me tell you properly.”
He shifted his weight. “Tell me here.”
“No. We need fury. We need a place where you can be angry. Let’s go.”
He didn’t argue. He never did when I pulled the strings right.
When the door
