Seraphina approached Bjorn with a sly smile, watching as he paced like a caged animal, the fury still evident in his eyes. His chest heaved with anger, and she could see the frustration etched on his face. “Bjorn,” she called, her voice smooth and calculated. “Aren’t you going to find your Andrine?”
Bjorn’s head snapped up, his eyes narrowing as he turned to face her. “You know where she is?” he demanded, hope and suspicion mixing in his gaze.
Seraphina’s smile widened. “Of course I know,” she purred, savoring the control she had over him. “I’ve always known.”
Bjorn’s eyes lit up with a desperate urgency. “Tell me!” he barked, stepping closer, his fists clenched. “Where is she?”
Seraphina held up a hand, stopping him before he could get any closer. “But there’s a catch,” she said, her
