Serafina's POV
He watched me carefully.
“They will look for the soft place,” I finished while pressing my hand lightly against his chest.
He took my wrist gently in his hand and lowered it from his chest.
“You are not a soft place,” he said firmly while holding my hand between both of his.
“I am human,” I replied while meeting his eyes. “And humans are weak.”
His grip tightened slightly, not in anger, but in certainty.
“I break people who try,” he said calmly while stepping closer until there was no space between us.
I felt his breath against my forehead as he leaned down slightly.
“I have lived in danger my whole life,” he continued while brushing his thumb slowly over the inside of my wrist. “You did not create it.”
“But I could make it easier,” I whispered while closing my ey
