SERAPHINA’S POV
When I asked Lucian if he wanted to come in after he dropped me off, my heart was pounding in my throat.
It didn’t look like we would have any interruptions tonight, and the thought of what that meant—finishing what we started in the hotel—had me wiping sweaty palms against my jeans.
But then Lucian pulled out Uno cards, and the laugh that burst out of me carried away all the tension and anxiety.
An hour later, we were still sitting cross-legged on the carpet, a half-empty bottle of wine between us.
I leaned forward, hair tumbling loose over my shoulders as I smirked.
“Uno!” I flicked my last card onto the pile.
I giggled as Lucian groaned, dropping his cards down and accepting his sixteenth consecutive defeat.
“Your luck is terrible,” I teased. “Do you even know how to shuffle?”
He shook his head. “Those cards are cursed.”
I snorted. “They’re your cards. Awn, the big scary Alpha is shit at children's games, that’s so adorable!”
