Confrontation and a Vow of Vengeance

SERAPHINA

I was admiring my reflection in the bedroom mirror when I heard the front door slam downstairs. Heavy footsteps thundered up the stairs, each one deliberate and menacing. I smoothed my silk blouse and forced a serene smile onto my face.

The bedroom door flew open with enough force to rattle the paintings on my wall.

"What the hell were you thinking?" Roman's voice was low, dangerous—the kind of quiet that precedes a storm.

I turned slowly, keeping my composure intact. "Good evening to you too, Roman. Rough day at the office?"

His golden eyes had darkened to amber, the wolf beneath pushing dangerously close to the surface. The silver streak in his hair seemed to gleam under my bedroom lights as he stalked toward me.

"Cut the crap, Seraphina. The press leak came from you."

It wasn't a question. I shrugged delicately, moving to my vanity where I pretended to fuss with my earrings.