SERAPHINA’S POV
The last thing I wanted to do with Kieran was ‘talk.’
I still hadn’t fully recovered from the last time we’d talked.
The sensible thing would have been to pull my hand out of his grip. Back away. End this before we repeated that night in my driveway—right here in the very fancy hotel lobby.
But…
And there it was: that hesitation, that tiny niggling thread that, for some inane reason, still tethered me to Kieran—making it impossible to step away completely.
I fucking hated it.
I didn’t realize how long I just stood there, my chest tight with indecision, until Maya’s soft touch brushed my free wrist. “I’ll be in the car,” she murmured.
She glanced between me and Kieran with a loaded look that told me I was in for an interrogation after this.
Whatever this was.
Maya slipped towards the exit, which left me standing in front of Kieran, his fingers still lightly curled around my wrist.
