Seraphina’s POV

I felt closer to Kit than I ever had. Like a direct line between our minds had been connected. I couldn’t get enough of pulling on the bond. Every time I did, Kit beamed at me. I pulled on it when we got out of the shower.

When he dressed me.

Even when I saw the mark in the mirror.

I expected a scar. Something as jagged as William’s bite. But it didn’t look like that at all. The scar William left me with was gone. Altogether ...