Seraphina's POV
He dropped me onto his bed, the mattress bouncing under my weight. My pajama top had ridden up during the journey, and I quickly tugged it down, hyperaware of his dark gaze tracking every movement.
"Go to sleep," he commanded, crossing those annoyingly muscular arms over his chest.
I scrambled to my feet. "Nope. I'm going back to my room."
His eyes darkened, and for a moment, I swear the air itself grew heavier. He glared at me like I'd just committed the ultimate crime. This time, though, instead of shrinking back, I glared right back at him. For some reason, the revelation of the curse made me bold.
"I will not live in this room," I declared, marching toward the door.
