SERAPHINA'S POV
Some might call it pathetic—a grown woman curled up in her child's bed, drowning in his scent like some lovesick omega.
Fuck them.
I spent the night in Daniel's room, burrowed in his blanket, inhaling his scent, and trying not to dissolve into a messy puddle of tears.
I'd gotten a clipped text from Leona when they landed at the private island. Due to the strict communication rules that served to keep Daniel safe, we couldn't schedule a call ahead, and I was informed that I'd hear from them when it was secure.
Part of me thought they were going a bit overboard, but I was also grateful they were going overboard. Anything to protect my baby.
I rolled out of bed, squinting against the morning sunlight streaming through the parted windows, and trudged to the bathroom, wher
