Seraphina’s POV

The last month felt like torture. I spent my entire nights curled up on a filthy mattress, thinking of Kit’s touch. Thinking of holding my daughter again. The anger inside kept me warm. I didn’t know where Kit was, but I could feel him.

The tether that bound us together only got stronger the more I missed him. I wanted to tug at it, hoping he could feel it when I reached out for him. But the bond wasn’t solidified. He hadn’t marked me. Every ...