Jack’s words tore through the fragile veil of sorrow I’d struggled to uphold, my carefully crafted expression crumbling in an instant. My eyes widened, a flicker of incredulity sparking as I stared at him, the audacity of his command sinking in.
Yet Jack, to my astonishment, seemed to savor my shock more than the brazen touch of Seraphina’s hand grazing his groin. A dazzling, almost triumphant smile bloomed across his face, his eyes glinting with a cruel delight. He tilted his head, gesturing toward a solitary chair opposite them, an unspoken order for me to sit—to bear witness to their brazen intimacy.
I arched a brow, the initial jolt fading as my composure resettled like a cloak. I lowered myself into the chair, crossing one leg over the other, my gaze steady.
Ever since that fateful
