A TASTE OF SIN
Alpha Draven followed close behind, his jaw set like granite, emerald eyes as frigid as winter frost.
Seraphine's gaze swept over my huddled form, and her full lips curled into a sharp, feline smile.
"Behold her," she cooed, advancing with deliberate steps. "So delicate. So... easily shattered. No surprise you recoiled from the bond, my love. She's scarcely more than a fledgling." Her tone dripped with mock sweetness as she shifted her attention between me and Draven. He remained rooted by the threshold, arms folded, observing in stony silence.