Seraphina's presence downstairs made the Tower feel smaller.
We could hear her. Not crying anymore - she'd stopped after an hour - but pacing. The floorboards creaked. Back and forth. Back and forth. Like a caged animal.
"She's going to wear a hole in Thorne's antique floor," Jaxon muttered, trying to sound annoyed, but he kept glancing at the stairs. Jaxon had grown up with Seraphina. For all her cruelty, she'd been the pack princess he'd been told to court since he was ten.
"Let her pace," Kade said. He hadn't moved from behind me. His shadows had built a literal wall of darkness between the stairs and our nest, so Seraphina couldn't see up. His chin was almost resting on top of my head, and every time I shifted, his arms tightened.
It was... a lot. In a good way? In an overwhelming
