That last sentence repeated itself in her head four good times as though it was an echo.

Maybe it was, but this was… bad.

Seraphina didn't even move at all not since she froze mid-step after entering the room.

The air around her was suddenly feeling thick, stuffy and stifling.

Yet somehow her eyes remained trained on HIM.

It couldn’t be real.

Surely her dad was playing a kind of sick Dad joke on her.

Her breath got stuck in her throat while she studied him—the sharp angles ...