SERAPHINA’S POV

I blink three times: the first two to make sure I'm not imagining things, and the third out of sheer shock at the audacity staring me in the face.

“Excuse me?” I pull my hands away from hers.

I had ignored her first two offensive comments out of a desperate attempt at respect, but there's no way I'm going to sit here and entertain the idea of whoring myself out to get her boyfriend back.

“Relax, I can literally see the gears in your head turning,” she says.

“This ...