SERAPHINA’S POV
Vidar was tall and broad-shouldered, with pale blond hair braided neatly back from his temples. Faint claw scars marked the left side of his face, pale against tanned skin.
It was easy to tell that he and Brynjar were brothers.
But in appearance only.
Brynjar was loud. Obvious. All brute ego and thin-skinned pride.
Vidar was…still.
His presence didn’t crash into a room the way Brynjar’s did.
His energy was contained and layered. No careless emotional spikes. No obvious insecurity. Just a dense, unreadable weight pressing against my senses like fog.
“Ms. Blackthorne,” he said smoothly, straightening from the wall to give me his full attention.
“Lockwood,” I corrected, just as smooth.
His lips twitched. “Ah, yes.” His gaze flickered behind me,
