DORIAN

She turned her head, slow.

“Excuse me?”

“Amia,” I said. “She wants to get a rise out of you. Try not to let her win.”

I already knew it wouldn’t work. Serafina didn’t take well to advice — especially when it sounded like something I wasn’t supposed to know.

“Why are you giving me advice,” she asked, “like you’re not the reason she’s even involved in my life?”

Her voice tightened. So did her jaw. She didn’t even realize how easily she gave herself away.

I ...