Natasha
"This is delicious, Seraphina," I said, taking another bite of the roasted chicken. "You've outdone yourself."
Seraphina beamed from across the table. "It's nothing special, really. Just something I managed to whip up."
We were having dinner together, the four of us, which had become something of a weekly tradition.
Dimitri sat at the head of the table with Seraphina to his right, while Mikhail and I sat across from them.
It was meant to be a family meal, a chance to discuss strategy and build camaraderie away from the usual pressures of leading the pack.
If only they knew what Mikhail and I had been doing to each other every chance we got.
"The potatoes are perfectly seasoned." Dimitri added, reaching for Seraphina's hand. The gesture was so natural and easy. They could t
