Braixen Serena Novels & Stories

The moment her eyes landed on Serena’s hand resting possessively on Damien’s sleeve, the temperature in the room seemed to drop ten degrees. Damien felt the shift like a physical blow. Elara crossed the floor with deliberate calm, stopping a few feet away. Her smile was polite enough to cut glass. “Mr. Cross. I didn’t realize you’d be here.” Serena’s gaze flicked between them, sharp and assessing. “And you are?” “Elara Voss.” The name landed with quiet weight. “Victor’s daughter. Damien is an old family friend.” “How lovely.” Serena’s fingers tightened almost imperceptibly on Damien’s arm. “I was just telling him how rare it is to see him out these days. He used to be far more… available.”

He had yet to lay eyes on this ex-best-friend, but he was sure from what little he'd learned that she was of the same caliber as that Sarah person. Fucking succubus. He could well imagine that his princess was no match for her, not in that arena anyway. She didn't seem like she could hurt a fly if the fucker buzzed around her head all day. He'd just have to bring some of his own special brand of fuck you to the little town. There was no fucking way he was living here with that shit hanging over his woman's head. FUCK!