DISCLAIMER: THIS CHAPTER WOULD PISS YOU OFF, LOL.
SERAPHINA’S POV
“You have got to be kidding me.” I fold both arms below my chest, raising a brow at him while he spits utter nonsense.
Clearly, all of this is just a joke to him.
“You can’t be serious.”
“Do I look like I’m not? I went this far to let you know the severity of it. The best thing you can do is honor this simple request from your new master.” He smirks wider.
I scoff at him angrily - the word master irks my soul beyond understanding.
“You’re not my master.” I correct him.
“Less talking, more kissing. We don’t have all day, do we?”
I stare down at his shoes, dark brown leather moccasins that look way too expensive and perfectly polished.
My pride serves as a barrier, and a bitter surge of hatred runs through my veins.
