Seraphina's Point Of View
I blinked up at him, my brain feeling as though it had short-circuited from the sheer heat radiating off his body. His hand remained a warm, heavy shackle around my wrist, anchoring me in place.
For a moment, I forgot how to form coherent sentences. My thoughts scattered like startled birds fleeing a predator. The professional composure I'd worked so hard to maintain crumbled at the edges.
"Wait..." I stammered, shaking my head as if that would clear the fog settling over my mind. My voice came out smaller than I'd intended, almost childlike in its uncertainty. "You mean my role is just... to serve the three of you? Only you?"
Draven arched his left eyebrow at me, a slow, mocking movement that made me feel like a student who'd failed an obvious pop quiz. A faint smirk played at the corner of his mouth, though his eyes remained sharp and assessing, cataloging every flicker of emotion that crossed my face.
