CHAPTER THREE: The Night I Stopped Waiting.POV: SeraphinaJade was sitting at my kitchen table as if she owned it, her head thrown back, laughing at something Eleanor said, wine glass in hand, free hand resting flat against my tablecloth like she had eaten at this table a hundred times before, and I stood at the doorway for three full seconds before anyone in that room noticed I had come home.Three seconds in your own house.Eleanor was leaning toward her the way a flower leans toward the only window in the room, her whole body open and warm, her voice were soft and full of genuine delight, and I stood there watching her give this woman in one evening everything she had refused to give me in three years of sitting at that same table.Nobody looked up.The sound of my bag hitting the counter finally pulled Damian's eyes across the room, and I watched his face do the thing it always did when he knew he had no clean defence, a quick tightening around the eyes, a shift in the jaw, somet
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