Chapter 77

SERAPHINA'S

I tried to move past him. I tried to squeeze by without touching him. But Reginald shifted, blocking my path.

"Where are you going in such a hurry?"

"Away from you."

"But we were just getting reacquainted."

"Move, Reginald."

"Not until we finish our conversation."

"We have nothing to talk about."

His hand shot out, gripping my wrist. Not hard enough to hurt, but firm enough to keep me in place. "I think we have plenty to talk about."

"Let go of me."

"In a ...