SERAPHINE"Get in the car," Kael said, holding the door open himself, something almost gentle in the gesture. "The stylist is waiting for you at the manor. Banquet fitting."I got in without a word.He settled across from me, and I watched him glance my way twice, three times, before the car had even cleared the orphanage gates, his brow drawing tighter with every mile of silence I refused to fill. I stared out the window instead, at the road blurring past, at the fields going gold in the afternoon light, at anything that wasn't the man who'd just told an entire courtyard I was his mate without once actually claiming me, probably because I wasn't the daughter of an Alpha, or a royal house, or old money, just an orphan with paint under her nails who happened to be useful to him.By the time we reached the manor, the silence had teeth.He tried again in the entry hall, his voice carrying an edge of confusion he wasn't used to feeling. "Seraphine. The fitting is upstairs."I walked past
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