SERAPHINA
I was falling.
The world tilted, stairs rushing up to meet me, and for one horrific second, I was sure this was it. This was the time when I’ll end up in a hospital with broken arm or a twisted ankle.
A scream remained lodged in my throat as I squeezed my eyes shut, bracing for the sharp crack of pain against the cold marble stairs—
But it didn’t come as I crashed into a hard chest insead, my breath escaping in a sharp exhale as strong arms wrapped around me, warm and solid, as they broke my fall, halting my descent with a jolt.
My breath caught in my throat as my eyes flew open and clashed with blue ones.
Oliver.
His jaw was tight, expression unreadable, but something flickered behind his gaze. His fingers clenched around my waist like he was holding himself back.
“Car
