SLOANE'S POINT OF VIEW.

The text burns in my mind as I stare at my phone with a mix of shock and confusion.

Who's Seraphina?

"Understood?" Lucien asks, his voice cutting into my mind as I turn my phone off to concentrate on him.

"Yes, I understand."

At that, the car became silent, and the only sound came from the engine as Lucien drove with a maddening anger. I clutched the seat belt with a vice-like grip, as I prayed silently under my breath that we wouldn't crash.

His hand didn't stray from ...