SERAPHINA’S POV

I stare at him silently, doubting everything I’ve heard before I decide to carefully place the tray on the counter in front of me and turning to him again.

He raises his hand in defense, suddenly anticipating an attack from me.

“I know what you’re thinking, okay? What’s my intention? Am I working for the enemy? Or rather, how dare I show my face to you after what I did last time?”

I scowl bitterly, old feelings of anger and hurt resurface and bite down hard on my ...