Seraphina's Point Of View
The moment I stepped fully into the room, I forced my spine straight and dipped my head slightly. "Good afternoon."
Behind me, I felt them follow… Vanessa, Mark, Lydia, Rose.
"Good afternoon," a few board members responded, their voices carrying varying degrees of warmth.
But something about the room felt off.
The air hung heavier than it should, thick with an unspoken tension that made my skin prickle. There were too many eyes tracking our entrance, too many faces I didn't recognize from the usual roster.
I lifted my gaze slowly, letting it move across the table with deliberate care.
Draven. Lucian. Azriel.
They sat there as if they had always belonged in that room, as if their presence required no explanation or announcement. Three figures who commanded attention simply by existing in a space.
