~ Jonathan’s POV
I don’t look at her when I walk in. Not really.
Okay, maybe I do, but it is just a glance. Just one second. Or maybe half, but it’s enough to make something sharp twist in my chest.
She is looking at him, not me.
Him.
Of course she is.
He’s standing there like he owns the room. Like he’s never been gone. Like people didn’t mourn his brother and whisper about where he went and why he never came back. Like he didn't disappear from the school because of that one incident. From the whole country, actually.
And now he’s here. Taking up space that was never his to take.
And Seraphina’s looking at him like she doesn’t know how to stop. Well, to be fair, he indeed did try to defend her. Defending Seraphina was never and has never been my job. It is quite the opposite, actu
