Seraphine’s POV
Lucian’s awkward gait, resembling someone delicately holding an egg between their legs, sent a silent ripple of amusement through me. I couldn’t help but chuckle at the comical sight he presented. “What are you doing?” I inquired, my voice tinged with humor.
He shot me a glare, clearly irritated by the situation, and his response came out as a low growl, “What does it look like I’m doing? I am walking.”
I couldn’t blame him for his frustration. We were drawing quite the attention from the supernatural creatures passing by. They stared, some even chuckled, undoubtedly perplexed by the spectacle unfolding before them. It was all the more embarrassing because Lucian was currently wearing my skin, quite literally.
“Justin, isn’t there some way to help him?” I asked, my conc
