Seraphina's POV
What was wrong with this man? Can't he understand basic human language?
"I said no."
"You're really going to turn me down, eh?" he asked, his tone shifting slightly—less playful, more annoyed.
I ignored him and took another bite of my tart. His smile disappeared. "You know, you're playing hard to get a little too well. It's getting old."
Before I could respond, he reached forward to grab my hand. But another hand shot out and grabbed his wrist first.
The man let out a small, startled yelp of pain. "Who dares—" He turned, his words cutting off abruptly when he saw who it was.
Adrian stood there, his grip tight on the man's wrist, his eyes dark and cold—colder than I'd ever seen them.
"Mr. Blackwood?" the man stammered, his face going pale.
"Why are you trying to touch my wife?"
