Seraphina's Point Of View
I gasped, my chest tightening instantly, my heart suddenly pounding against my ribs like it was trying to escape. What did he even mean by that?! The implications of those three simple words sent my mind spiraling in a dozen different directions at once.
Was he suggesting what I thought he was suggesting? Did he mean it literally? Metaphorically? And why did the possibility of either option make my pulse race like this?
Before I could find the words to demand an explanation or the courage to voice the questions burning in my throat… Azriel's lips pulled into that familiar, devastating smirk that had probably destroyed the composure of countless women before me. He gestured toward the locked glass doors of the lobby behind me with a casual tilt of his head. "Won't you take me inside, princess? Or do you honestly want us to stand out here in the cold parking lot forever?"
