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she mumbled, her mouth full of chocolate. Ah. It hit me then-must've been that day near Sebastian's apartment. The pieces clicked. My little Sophia must've tried to cuddle up to Seraphina, only to be gently turned away. "She's Sebastian's girlfriend, honey," I told her gently. "She probably didn't mean to be mean. She was just surprised, that's all." As I spoke, I watched Seraphina walk by with who I assumed were her parents. They passed right in front of our car, heading toward the store. Just then, her mother turned slightly-

Then I spoke. “Helione’s dead, and everyone’s just moving on. Like nothing happened.” “That’s how it is here,” Seraphina said quietly. “Death is normal here.” “How do you do it?” I asked. “How do you just keep going?” “Because the alternative is giving up,” she said. “And I’m not built that way.” I nodded slowly. “Yeah. Me neither, I guess.” Seraphina was quiet for a moment. Then she spoke again. “The War Games. Do you have a partner yet?”

"How's the coven treating you these days?" "So far so good," she replied with a casual shrug, though her eyes drifted toward Rockan as if he'd posed the question. She'd harboured feelings for him since our youth, but he'd never spared her a glance. Seraphina was a practitioner of light magic who had once served our mother faithfully. Though she'd become my close friend, duty called her back to her kind when their coven was liberated from demonic control. Now they stood as sworn allies to Rockan's leadership. "Hello, brother," I offered with an exaggerated bow, my eyes still ablaze with barely contained hostility. He acknowledged me with nothing more than a slight arch of his eyebrow.

Jonathan was focused on the phone. The voice in the recording wasn't Marcus but Seraphina. "Oh," said Seraphina's voice. "And I walked away," Jonathan continued in the audio. "I didn't want to push anything. But she kissed me back, Seraphina." "I'm glad to hear that," she said, sounding sincere. "You're glad," Jonathan echoed. "Yes," she confirmed. "I know that must be strange to hear from me. But yes." "Why?" he asked. "Because she deserves it," Seraphina explained. "And because you deserve it too and also because I've spent years getting in the way of you guys." A pause.

“I will be having a busy day. I am actually on my way to work. I can branch right away. Hope you do not mind?” “No. I do not.” “Alright. Be right there.” The line went dead. Perfect. The game had started. I lowered the phone slowly as I quickly dialled Joe. “Hi, Quinn.” “Yeah. There is a new development, and I want you to do something for me.” “What is that?” he answered enthusiastically. “Listen carefully. I just spoke with Seraphina on the phone. As we speak, she is on her way to the hotel.” “What?” he shifted.

"Jaxon looked like he'd been hit by a localized silencing spell. It was the most beautiful thing I've seen in three years." "I saw enough of Selene's face just now to satisfy me for a lifetime," Seraphina chirped, grabbing a silver fork and piling her plate with roasted fowl. She looked at me, her blue-gold eyes bright with satisfaction. "I gave her a little angelic truth-bomb by the fountain. She's currently trying to play victim, but the audience isn't buying the tickets anymore." I offered Seraphina a small, knowing smile. "You shouldn't waste your energy on her, Sera. She's a ghost of a past life. Let her haunt the hallways if she must; she has no power over the living."

Someone asked and Liora stopped and turned. Seraphina stood at the end of the hallway, smiling but her eyes were cold. Liora didn’t even look surprised. "You followed me." She said, It wasn’t a question, it was a statement. "I wanted to talk." Seraphina said and Liora chuckled "That's unfortunate." She replied, “I have nothing to say to you” Seraphina's smile tightened, "Well I have a lot to say to you” “I don’t want to hear it, Sera. I have no interest in whatever you have to say to me” Liora responded in a motionless tone.

"Why would I trust a single word from the woman who handed my husband his microphone yesterday?" "You wouldn't." Seraphina smiled. "Which is why I'm not going to ask you to. I'm going to prove it." She studied me a moment longer — the way a card player studies a final hand — and whatever she saw seemed to settle something in her. "I went into this looking for the thread that unravels you," she said. "That's how I was raised. You find the loose end of a person, and you hold it, and they belong to you. I'm very good at it. I found yours in an afternoon." Her smile faded entirely. "And then I pulled it, expecting to watch you come apart — and instead I came apart. Because the thread wasn't your

BLURB For three years, Seraphina gave everything she had to a man who never saw her clearly. She cooked, she endured, she stayed quiet through every insult his family threw at her, and she secretly kept his failing business alive from the shadows, without him ever knowing it was her. Then his first love walked back through the door, and Seraphina disappeared. She walked out as his invisible wife and came back as Seraphina Vaughn, the hidden heiress of the most powerful family in the country. The woman two dangerous older brothers would tear the world apart for, the woman every powerful man in the city now wants standing beside him. Damian thought she would come back within a week; bu