SERAPHINA’S POV
We didn’t waste another second in the inn.
We hadn’t unpacked, so there was nothing to pack.
Once the Omega’s restraints were off and the purchase was completed, we were out of there.
When we stepped out of the inn, the night air hit differently.
It wasn’t just the coolness or damp earth on the breeze—it was an underlying shift. Subtle. Tense.
Or maybe it was just the urgency pumping adrenaline into my veins.
“Straight to the tree line,” I whispered, not breaking stride.
The Omega walked between Kieran and me, but I could still feel his presence—razor-edged and vigilant, his head on a swivel.
“I don’t like how quiet it is,” he murmured.
“Neither do I.”
Behind us, the inn loomed, its windows dim, its structure deceptively ordinary. If I hadn’t known what lay beneath, I’d have believed it was just another stop along the road.
Between us, the Omega kept pace with ours. She hadn’t said a single word since we left the inn. Hadn’t even looked me in the eye.
