The silence after Ryker's words was deafening. Seraphina's mind went blank, her chest tightening as if someone had knocked the air out of her lungs. Her fiancé — the man she had spent years trying to hold onto — had just told her, in the most brutal way possible, that he didn't want her. But one thing Seraphina is forgetting and not putting into account is the fact that Ryker had never asked Seraphina to hold on to him.
Before she could gather herself, Ryker turned to leave again, clearly done with the conversation. Panic rose in Seraphina's chest. She couldn't let him walk away like this, not after publicly humiliating her and shattering the image she had worked so hard to create.
She lunged forward and grabbed the back of his shirt, yanking him back toward her. Her nails dug into the fabric as she hissed, her voice sharp as poison.
