CHAPTER 15
Damien’s POV
Seraphina’s hand curled around my arm so tight I thought she’d never let go. She dragged me through the back halls of the gala. She was laughing wildly, the sound oddly familiar. I shouldn’t have let her pull me away from the gala. I knew I shouldn’t have. But old habits die harder than most people realize. And knowing Seraphina, there was no use saying no to her.
We turned into a quiet corner, the sound of the party muffled behind the heavy velvet curtains. The place smelled different, cooled with the air conditioning fixed in between and laced with the heavy perfume she wore. She leaned back against the wall, her eyes bright, her lips curled into a dirty smirk.
“God, Damien,” she said between laughs. “Cheer up. Do you even remember how we used to do this?" How
