Chapter 14: The Mark That Shouldn’t Exist
The room smelled of heat, sweat, and something far more dangerous.
Possession.
Seraphina’s chest rose unevenly as she sat frozen on the cushion, her fingers trembling against the fabric beneath her. Dominic stood before her, calm on the outside, but his breathing was heavier now.
Less controlled.
The smug look on his face faded slowly as his eyes darkened.
Because something was wrong.
Very wrong.
Seraphina noticed it immediately.
His expression had changed.
The teasing satisfaction from moments ago disappeared, replaced by something colder. Sharper.
Focused.
“Dominic…?” she whispered uncertainly.
He didn’t answer.
His gaze dropped slowly to her thigh.
Then lower.
His jaw tightened instantly.
Seraphina frowned slightly, confused by
