SERAPHINA’S POV
The world narrowed to red.
Red like the silk twisted around Celeste’s thighs.
Red like the phantom memory of humiliation from eleven years ago.
Red like the part of me that had once been small and unwanted and convinced I would always come second.
Alina surged forward, teeth bared.
‘Rip her off him.’
‘Rip him off her.’
‘Make something bleed.’
But before I could succumb to the savage urge to tear the suite apart, the door slammed open behind me.
Dr. Hale, Nightfang’s pack doctor, rushed in, breath uneven, a large black case in his hand.
He stopped short when he saw me, eyes flicking from my bared fangs to the bed.
“Lady Sera,” he said carefully, as though I were the volatile element in the room.
Maybe I was.
“Do you have it?” Kieran snapped from behind me, his voice hoarse.
Dr. Hale jolted out of his temporary stupor and rushed past me.
“Secondary inhibitor,” he muttered, moving toward the bedside. “This will counteract the compounded dosage—”
