“You’ve been moody today,” he said, leaning closer, his body looming like a shadow over her. As if she hasn't been moody since she came here.“Care to tell me why? Or shall I guess?”
Seraphina’s breath hitched.
His presence was overwhelming, the air around him practically humming with restrained energy.
Her thoughts were wild and incoherent as she glared up at him. “Just… move, Adolphus. I don’t want to talk to you right now.”
His smirk faded. In its place came something darker, something sharper.
He tilted his head, his piercing gaze narrowing as if trying to peer straight into her soul.
“Why?” he murmured, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. He moved closer, his body brushing against hers as he leaned in.
“Because—” Her words caught in her throat as his face dipped toward her neck.
The warm puff of his breath against her skin made her stomach twist, a mix of fear and something she didn’t want to acknowledge.