[Sera]
I step out of the elevator, my bandaged wrist throbbing like a bad reminder, and there she is.
Victoria Thorn. Standing in the hallway like she owns the damn building—which, let's be real, she probably could if she wanted to. Her white cashmere coat hugs her figure perfectly. And her hair is flawless, waves cascading like she just stepped out of a salon ad.
Meanwhile, I'm over here in my wrinkled coat, hair frizzed from a day of steam and sweat, looking like the before picture in a makeover show.
Her eyes light up the second she spots Killian, and she hurries over like he's the only thing in her universe. "Killian!" She loops her arm through his, natural as breathing.
I catch the tiniest tense in his shoulders, but he doesn't pull away. Doesn't even flinch. Just stands there, l
