The storm outside had been building all evening, rumbling like a warning. By the time Seraphina slammed the library doors shut, thunder cracked through the sky, echoing the fury burning in her chest.
Kael stood near the window, his silhouette framed by flashes of lightning. He didn’t turn when she entered. The tension between them was thick—so suffocating it felt as if the walls themselves could hear her heart pounding.
“You went too far,” she said, her voice trembling more from anger than fear.
Kael’s jaw tightened. “You’ll need to be specific. I’ve done many things tonight.”
Her hands clenched into fists. “At the dinner, Kael! You humiliated me—again. You spoke for me as if I were a child who couldn’t speak for herself.”
He finally turned. His eyes, sharp and unreadable, glimmered i
