Seraphina's POV
The entire lobby seemed to freeze. Every head turned toward the source of that cold, deadly voice.
Adrian Blackwood stood near the entrance, his presence commanding the entire space like he owned it—which, technically, he did. His expression was absolutely cold, and his eyes...
God, his eyes looked like they could freeze Hell itself.
The temperature in the room seemed to drop about ten degrees. Everyone stared, mouths hanging open in disbelief. Sally looked like she might faint. The guy with the phone nearly dropped it.
Even the guards froze mid-step, suddenly looking a lot less confident about the whole "throwing me out" thing. But it was Vivian's reaction that really caught my attention.
All that smugness? Gone. The disdain? Vanished. The anger? Completely evaporated.
