SERAPHINA’S POV
My hand tightened around Daniel’s just enough to anchor me as he tugged me those last few steps forward—right into the space between Kieran and Lucian.
I felt it immediately.
The air there was…different. Not charged in the explosive, volatile way I braced for, but taut. Like a rope pulled tight between two immovable points.
I had noticed earlier—had been quietly astonished, really—that Lucian and Kieran were occupying the same room without circling each other like wary predators.
That they were capable of standing within arm’s reach without dominance flaring.
But now, standing close enough to feel the gravity of both their presences pressing in, I sensed the truth was far more complicated.
Whatever conversation they’d been having before Daniel intervened hadn’t been pleasant.
And I knew without either of them saying a word that I was at the center of it.
