Perhaps I’d rattled Jack more than I realized, because for three days, he left me alone, his incessant demands silenced.
But Seraphina, ever vigilant at his side, sensed something amiss. Even without me hovering in Jack’s orbit, his thoughts strayed to me, his lips curling with curses every so often. His complaints came like clockwork, a steady drip of frustration.
Though Jack’s words dripped with venom, the mere fact that another woman’s name—his nominal fiancée—kept spilling from her lover’s mouth was enough to set Seraphina on edge. A man who fixated on a woman, whether with praise or scorn, had already let her take root in his mind.
Seraphina wouldn’t tolerate it. So, under the cover of night, as Jack slept, she slipped from their bed, her fingers curling around her phone. In the di
