Bjorn's POV
I WANT TO GO WITH SERAPHINA.
The thought swims in my head and grips my heart like an unforgiving fist as I stare at her sitting there on the porch of the inn, her legs dangling over the edge. She is leaning on her arms, her hair cascading down her back, the tips dancing just an inch or so over the bamboo. Her head is tilted up toward the turquoise sky.
She is all alone. Damon, Cole, and Ren are all busy making preparations for the trip to Africa. I have been left in charge of her, because after today, I cannot be.
I never thought my inability to stand hot weather was a curse until today.
I step forward, the wood creaking beneath my weight.
"Bjorn?" Seraphina says my name before she turns her head.
No use sneaking up on her. Then again, sneaking is Ren's thing, not mine.
