SERAPHINA
After my conversation with Grace, my heart was restless. I began replaying every argument between Ronan and me, questioning whether I’d overreacted to his possessiveness. The unease was so heavy I couldn’t bring myself to wash the meat near him. I ended up taking another job. I needed space to untangle everything between us.
“Can I have some meat too?” Asher’s deep, velvety voice came from my side, warm enough to curl against my skin.
I glanced up to find him smiling, fresh from the hunt, broad shoulders still damp from sweat and the earthy scent of the forest clinging to him. Thanks to him, everyone was feasting on fresh pork tonight.
“Of course,” I matched his smile and served him a generous portion.
One of his brows arched. “I got more than the others?” He leaned in, his
