SERAPHINA
The sky had burned down to a deep amber, and the clearing thrummed with electric tension. Alphas shifted on their feet, baring teeth in competitive grins, snapping necks and cracking knuckles. Grace stood in the center like a queen holding court, her laughter gliding like honeyed wine through the firelit dusk.
But I barely noticed them.
All I could see was Ronan. Just like he had been looking at me.
The thought of him winning the kiss twisted something inside me. An unexpected unease bloomed in my chest like wildfire. I knew that if Ryker and Ronan were both in the task then either of them would win and the winner could be Ronan if not Ryker.
Grace would kiss him.
Her hands might touch his face. Her mouth would press against his.
That single image jolted through me like
