~ Seraphina's POV ~
The storm had followed me.
It wasn’t the storm tearing through the skies outside — this one raged inside me. In every breath, in every beat of my heart.
The places Alaric touched had lingered and burned. A storm you couldn’t outrun because it wasn’t in the clouds. It was in my blood, in my bones, in the pieces of me still learning how to heal. In the tattered pieces of a soul too bruised to feel whole again.
There was a storm between us — not rain and thunder, but something far crueler. A hurricane of wanting, of not being able to touch without breaking, of knowing we would be each other’s ruin.
I could still feel the imprint of his lips against mine. The fierce, desperate way he’d kissed me like a man on the edge of drowning. Like I was a single gasp of air in th
