Seraphina
I saw him before he saw me. At least, I thought I did. For a moment, standing outside a bookstore on Main Street, I caught a familiar profile disappearing into the crowd. Dark hair. Broad shoulders. Confident stride.
My stomach tightened immediately. Impossible. It had been years. Years since I'd seen him. Years since I'd spoken his name aloud. Years since, I'd deliberately chosen someone else. Yet the moment I saw him, I knew.
Lucian. I should have turned around. I should have walked away. Instead, I found myself staring. And then he looked up. Our eyes met across the street. A slow smile appeared on his face. Damn him. Even now. Even after all these years.
He crossed the street without hesitation. Without uncertainty. As though we'd spoken yesterday. As though six years
