Seraphine’s POV
My heart pounded as we entered my house, the familiar scent and shadows offering some comfort after the chaotic encounter. Vesperus and I made ourselves comfortable in the living room, the remnants of the tense night still hanging in the air.
I could sense his wariness, his gaze swiftly moving around the room as if anticipating an unexpected event. As I eased onto the couch, I ran my fingers through my hair, attempting to collect my scattered thinking.
Vesperus took a seat beside me, his posture tense yet supportive. The weight of his loyalty reassured me; I wasn’t alone in this turbulent situation.
“I don’t know what Storm is planning, Vesperus,” I admitted, my voice laced with frustration. “But it can’t be good. He has always been manipulative, and his intentions are
