Seraphina's Point Of View
The door closed behind me with a muted click.
The sound felt louder than it should have.
I took two steps down the corridor before my legs finally gave out on me. I turned sharply and rested my back against the cool wall, the chill seeping through my shirt, grounding me just enough to stop my knees from buckling.
"That was… a close one," I breathed out, one hand pressed flat against my chest.
My heart was still racing. Not the good kind. The kind that made your fingers tingle and your head spin, like you'd just narrowly avoided stepping into traffic.
What the hell just happened?
I squeezed my eyes shut for a second, replaying everything… voices, looks, the way the room had felt like it was closing in on me.
How on earth did all of them end up as my bosses?
The question echoed, unanswered, mocking me.
Lucien's smile.
Azriel's eyes.
Draven's voice… calm, controlled, like he already owned every outcome.
Bad news.
All of them.
