SERAPHINA’S POV

I'm speechless for a few seconds, my eyes flitting between Lucian's scowl and his folded hands.

Never mind my shadow, which just fucking moved on its own.

No, I'm laser-focused on the guy who seemingly materialized from nowhere to save me from what could have been a nasty concussion or worse, courtesy of my long-time bullies.

I'm not the only one silenced.

The girls are, too, clearly tense that they've been caught in the act for the first time in a decade. And they're ...