WARNING: This chapter contains mature content not suitable for young readers. Discretion is advised.
THIRD PERSON'S POINT OF VIEW
"Seraphina..."
Lucian's voice washed over her-deep, warm, carrying the weight of afternoon sun. Sera rubbed her eyes, blinking awake, and her brow furrowed slightly. Her vision was still just hazy shapes and shadows, no clearer than before. She let her gaze soften, unfocusing as she always did around him, slipping back into the rhythm of pretending she couldn't see a thing.
You liar. The thought curled in her chest even as he laughed softly-she'd known his promise from earlier was empty. He'd said he wouldn't touch her, but there was no way she'd slept this deeply through the afternoon if he'd left her be.
She frowned, annoyed at herself as much as at him. Why couldn't she resist him? Even knowing he saw her as nothing more than temporary-something to use and cast aside when she could see again-her heart still clung to him like a fool.
