SERAPHINA
Dante stood a few feet away, broad shoulders rigid and expression dark. His jaw was clenched so tightly I thought he’d snap his teeth. His eyes burned into me like I was something filthy, he didn’t want to see.
And a muscle ticked in his temple as his darker than the night eyes looked from me to Allister, who had a slight smirk on his lips.
I pulled back, gasping for breath as I bent my head down. Soft fingers pulled my hair back, brushing the strands off my damp cheeks and then I heard him, “You did good, princess…” He caressed my head as if I was his adored pet, like I was his lover… or his possession.
But to his foreign warmth, there was a familiar chill coming from the man at my back. It was like a storm was brewing in close distance and I could feel its vibrations.
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