SERAPHINA’S POV
For a moment, everything went still. The night. My pulse. My breath.
There was a ringing in my ears, high and shrill. It drowned out all else—except two words, repeating themselves over and over again in the span of a breath. The bond.
The bond. The bond. The bond.
“Fuck this.”
I turned on my heels, but I only took one step before Kieran reached for me, his hand catching my wrist—not rough, but firm enough to stop me.
The contact sent a violent spark of electricity up my arm, supercharging every cell in my body. Just like at the park. And the island. And the yacht. And the car wreck. And—
Fuck!
“You feel it,” he declared, every word soaked in desperation. “Sera, tell me you feel it.”
The anger came roaring back—fierce, burning. Stronger than any stupid fucking feeling.
“Is that what this is?” I whispered, rage shaking my entire being. “Your regret is your wolf tugging at you? You think I might be your mate, so suddenly I’m worth the trouble?”
