Work at the design firm was a blur. I tried to sketch, to focus, but Bryson’s face kept bleeding through the lines. 

The sound of Seraphina’s voice echoed behind my ears especially her power and threat. It wasn’t just romantic tension anymore. It was danger, real danger.

And yet, all I can think about is him.

When the lunch hour came, I stepped outside for air, hoping the cold would wake something up inside me—bring me back into myself.

That’s when I saw ...