Seraphina's POV
Then I heard a soft voice.
"She's not," Asher said.
"But she's slowly becoming the most precious person in my life."
My heart… stuttered.
I didn't mean to feel that flutter. That flicker of something stupid and soft beneath all my bruised skin. But it was there, melting my heart slowly.
I pressed the bottle tighter to my chest, trying to swallow down the smile that wanted to climb out.
It was ridiculous. It wasn't supposed to happen this soon.
But God… it felt good to be true.
"You seem quite happy," Lucien's voice came from above me—cool, detached, and sharp enough to cut through the fragile warmth I was building inside.
Just like that, it shattered.
"He said he'd take you away soon," he added, and I could feel his gaze on me from above, "but don't forget—you've already given yourself to me."
My heart stopped.
What?
He hadn't forgotten. God, how could I forget?
And yet… I had just walked beside him like nothing happened, like I belonged beside him/
