SERAPHINA’S POV
I’d spent all night thinking about the kiss.
I finally got a couple hours of sleep, but as soon as I woke up, it was the first thing on my mind.
It had happened less than twelve hours ago, and yet it replayed in my head with a gentle ease and familiarity, like a memory that had already been playing on loop for years.
The best part was that the memory of Lucian’s kiss didn’t drive me crazy the way Kieran’s had. It had been warm—not fiery—and gentle—not hard and demanding and possessive.
I wasn’t trying to decipher intentions or force my erratic heart into a non-cardiac arrest-inducing rate.
But it had still mattered.
I’d felt safe, cradled in the warmth of his hands, the steadiness of his body. There had been something quietly reverent in the way he held me—like I was made of something sacred, not shattered pieces barely held together.
And that was…new.
