QUINN
“You’re not carrying Jasper’s child…are you?”
The words landed like a slap, and silence swallowed the room.
Seraphina’s expression didn’t flinch. There was no iota of shock or confusion. And that alone showed something.
“I don’t know what you are talking about,” she finally said as she sipped from her glass.
For a moment, I admired her confidence and composure even when the truth settled heavily between us.
Yet, watching her, something gave her away; the way her fingers tightened around the glass before she released it.
“You can't come in here and insult me,” she continued, letting and incredulous laugh. “Quinn, have you lost your mind?”
I didn’t respond or interrupt. I just let her speak. Because the more she did, the more she told me. Fear always spoke well.
“You’ve always
