Seraphina's Point Of View
His smirk deepened, his gaze darkening with something that made my stomach twist into knots, my pulse hammering in my throat like a trapped bird. "We'll see about that."
The words hung in the air between us, thick and heavy, a promise and a threat all at once. His voice was a slow, dark caress, wrapping around me like a noose, pulling tight enough to make me gasp but not tight enough to let me escape.
I should've slapped him. I should've screamed. I should've done something to wipe that smug, knowing look off his face.
But my body betrayed me, my skin still burning where he'd touched me, my breath still hitching every time his eyes flicked over me like I was something he'd already claimed.
I swallowed.
