Author's POV
Seraphina might have looked eighteen, but her soul was over forty years old. Her thoughts were a mess, tossing between past and present, and she knew she needed to stay clear-headed… She couldn't afford distractions if she wanted to change her life.
But Lucien… Lucien was the distraction she hadn't prepared for.
He was driving her crazy like no one ever had. Feelings she hadn't known in her past life were quietly slipping in, which was impossible to ignore. They wrapped around her like a storm she couldn't escape.
"What do you mean by your past?" Lucien asked, his gaze searching her face.
It wasn't that he didn't know anything about her past, but the version of Sera's history was different from what he knew.
"I don't want to talk about it," Sera replied quietly. "If I do… You might look at me differently. You might even hate me."
Lucien shifted a bit on his seat.
His jaw tensed, and his lips parted as he wanted to say something, but nothing came.
