SERAPHINA'S POV
I felt the sting across my palm before I realized that I'd slapped Kieran.
His head jerked to the side, and for a heartbeat, neither of us moved—me, shocked that my ex-husband had tried to kiss me; him, stunned that I'd dared to slap him.
How could this happen after we had already divorced?
My chest heaved as I braced my hand against his chest and shoved him away from me. He didn't budge, both his arms caged me against the lockers, his body radiating heat like a furnace. The scent of him—cedar and something darker, wilder—flooded my senses, making it hard to think.
"Have you gone raving mad?" I hissed, my heart pounding wildly in my chest.
In all the years Kieran and I were married, he'd never once kissed me—not my lips, at least. When we had s*x, it was
