SERAPHINA’S POV
I hadn’t felt this awkward in a very long time.
Which, given the past twenty-four hours of my life, was saying something.
Kieran and I sat on opposite ends of the couch in the private Alpha sitting room. We kept a respectable distance, but we were close enough that I could feel his warmth on my side.
Across from us, Maya paced.
Fumed, really.
She stalked back and forth like a storm looking for something to strike, dark curls bouncing, hands perched on her hips.
Her aura crackled, sharp and electric, brushing my skin like static. I was reminded that my bright and warm and cuddly bestie was usually a force to be reckoned with.
“So,” she said, pivoting on her heel to glare at Kieran and me. “Let me get this straight.”
I winced internally. That tone never led anywhere good.
“You”—she pointed at me, finger trembling—“go completely off-grid. Miss our brunch date, my calls, my messages. Vanish. Disappear. Fall off the face of the damn earth—”
