~ Seraphina's POV ~
The council chamber fell silent the moment I stepped through the grand obsidian doors.
All eyes turned to me—the woman with silver hair, and eyes that are quite rare, my cloak whispering like dusk and flame. I walked forward, each step echoing against the polished marble, their eyes were fixed on me.
No one recognized me.
Not even the man who once vowed eternity by my side, the one who knew me since my childhood.
Regis Caden straightened at the center of the room, his eyes narrowed into slits. I felt his gaze scrape over me, confused, searching.
Something about me clawed at the edges of his mind, but he didn’t dare name the fear twisting in his gut.
Well, he was the one who claimed that Alaric dared to steal his fated mate, but now he can't even recognize me.
