Seraphina's POV
Time stopped.
We both froze like deer caught in headlights. Standing in the doorway was little Alicia, her innocent brown eyes wide with curiosity as she took in the scene—Adrian hovering over me on the bed, both of us breathing hard and looking thoroughly disheveled.
The silence stretched. And stretched.
My brain finally kicked into gear. I shoved Adrian so hard he nearly fell off the bed, scrambling away from him like he had the plague. But Adrian? He just stared at his daughter like she'd caught him burying a body.
Then he did the stupidest thing possible.
"Alicia! What did I tell you about knocking?"
His voice was sharp, cold. The kind of tone that could freeze hell over.
Oh, you've got to be kidding me.
Alicia's face crumpled. Those big brown eyes filled with tears, but she blinked hard, trying to be brave. "Sorry, Daddy," she whispered, and then she turned and ran.
The sound of her little feet running down the hallway hit me like a punch to the gut.
