SERAPHINA’S POV
Maxwell stepped out into the light, surprise flickering over his features before it melted into a warm, familiar smile that crinkled the corners of his eyes and softened the sharpness of his posture.
“Well, I’ll be damned,” he said, stepping forward. “Seraphina Blackthorne.”
I blinked at him. “I didn’t expect to see you here.”
He chuckled. “Likewise. Maya mentioned that you traveled, but I never in a million years thought this would be your destination.”
I shrugged. “Self-discovery and whatnot. I heard this place has every answer to any question a werewolf could ever ask.”
Maxwell nodded. “You heard right.”
“So, what brings you here?”
He shrugged. “I have some business to take care of in the area, though you’re a far nicer surprise.”
That tugged
