SERAPHINA'S POV
Kieran's behavior had been a dizzying cocktail of infuriating and befuddling since we got divorced.
Today was worse. It rattled me down to my core. Jarred me in a way I couldn't understand.
The way he'd looked at me in the meditation circle, how he gripped me, his wolf rising to the surface like Ashar was trying to speak for him—only for him to pull away and walk back to her.
I didn't know what that meant. I didn't want to.
As the door to the Moon Hall shut behind us, I leaned against the wall, forcing calming breaths. In and out. In and out.
Lucian must have sensed the spiraling questions in my mind, the jumbled emotions running through me, because he leaned in, voice smooth and steady. "Sera? Are you okay?"
I looked up at him, blinking like I was seeing him for the first time.
