SERAPHINA’S POV
The door clicked shut behind us, muffling the distant hum of engines and the chatter of a party happening down the block.
My heels, still damp from the koi pond, left faint prints on the wooden floor as I stepped into the dim stillness of my living room. I didn’t bother turning on the lights. I didn’t want to see myself.
Lucian lingered near the door, his shirt soaked through, his tie long discarded. Water dripped from the ends of his hair. Maya was beside me, close but not crowding, her expression unreadable in the low light.
Just like the tense car ride, no one spoke.
I stood there, cold and raw and fraying at the edges, like if one more thing touched me, I might splinter. My arms wrapped around myself instinctively.
Lucian broke the silence first. "I’ll grab you a towel."
I offered him a soft smile. “Thank you. There’s a linen closet down the hall.”
