Seraphina

“Who the fuck are you, and what are you doing here?” His voice slices through the air like a blade—low, gravelly, and disturbingly inhuman. It rumbles deep from his chest, somewhere between a snarl and a growl. My breath catches. I freeze. I can’t speak. I can’t move.

He steps toward me slowly, deliberately, and I feel every ounce of heat drain from my body. His presence is magnetic in the most terrifying way. My lips part, but no sound escapes. My brain has gone ...