Seraphina's Point Of View
When the massive, soundproofed oak doors of the mansion clicked shut behind us, Nadia's hysterical screeching outside vanished completely. I released a long, ragged breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding. My heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped bird, and my left cheek burned with a hot, throbbing ache that radiated down to my jawline.
I lifted a trembling hand, my fingertips barely brushing the sensitive skin. The contact sent a fresh wave of stinging pain across my face.
Unbelievable, I thought, a bitter smile touching my lips. A literal billionaire's estate, and I'm the main attraction in a high-society street fight. The absurdity of it would have been funny if my face didn't feel like someone had pressed a hot iron against it.
A large, warm hand wrapped around my right wrist.
