Seraphine's POV
The moment Theodore slammed the door behind us, his entire body coiled with tension. His chest heaved as he spun toward me, eyes blazing with barely contained fury. Every muscle in his powerful frame was rigid, like a predator ready to strike.
"She's still breathing," he snarled, his voice dripping with venom. "That worthless bitch Becky thinks she's won something. But I'll track her down like the animal she is." His hands curled into deadly fists at his sides. "Before I'm done with her, she'll regret ever drawing breath."
I moved closer, placing my palm against his thundering heartbeat. "We'll handle her," I said, my voice steady despite the chaos swirling around us. "But right now, let's focus on what we've accomplished. I have so many things I want to ask you."
The questions scattered from my mind the instant I glimpsed the mark he bore, the one that bound us together.
