Seraphina's POV
I stared at him, completely lost. I didn't know what Lucien was talking about. What had I done? How did I even end up here—in his bedroom of all places?
My head felt heavy, like I had just woken up from a dream that I didn't even remember.
"Tell me," he said, his voice low, the warmth of his breath brushing against my ear, sending a chill down my spine. "What happened last night?"
I flinched slightly and turned to face him. "I… I really don't remember," I said, my voice weak but honest. "I don't know how I got here or why I'm in front of you right now. Everything just… is so blurry."
"Really?" he asked, his eyes narrowing slightly as they locked onto mine. There was something intense in his gaze, something that made it hard to breathe. "You remember nothing?"
I shook my head, trying to keep my voice steady. "No. I swear I don't."
