[Sera]
My heart slammed against my ribs like it was trying to punch its way out.
What the hell is he doing here?
I glanced up at the sky instinctively—not a full moon. At least ten days until the next one. According to the contract, we shouldn't have any contact.
So why is he here?
The rain was coming down in sheets, turning the street into a blurry mess of puddles and neon reflections. I pulled my hoodie tighter, hunching against the drizzle as I got closer. He wasn't carrying an umbrella. Rain dripped from his dark hair, soaking the shoulders of his expensive coat. But he stood there ramrod straight, like a statue that nothing could move.
I walked closer, stopping about ten feet away. "What are you... doing here?" My voice came out softer than I intended.
He turned his head, his g
