SERAPHINA’S POV
I blink three times: the first two to make sure I'm not imagining things, and the third out of sheer shock at the audacity staring me in the face.
“Excuse me?” I pull my hands away from hers.
I had ignored her first two offensive comments out of a desperate attempt at respect, but there's no way I'm going to sit here and entertain the idea of whoring myself out to get her boyfriend back.
“Relax, I can literally see the gears in your head turning,” she says.
“This better be some joke, Kamila,” I retort, my voice laced with sternness.
Her smile doesn't waver; instead, she chuckles as if I've said something remotely funny, further fueling my irritation.
“This is why I like you. You know when to heel and when to bare your fangs. You're not the kind of person who'd jus
