A FEAST.

SLOANE'S POINT OF VIEW. The text burns in my mind as I stare at my phone with a mix of shock and confusion. Who's Seraphina? "Understood?" Lucien asks, his voice cutting into my mind as I turn my phone off to concentrate on him. "Yes, I understand." At that, the car became silent, and the only sound came from the engine as Lucien drove with a maddening anger. I clutched the seat belt with a vice-like grip, as I prayed silently under my breath that we wouldn't crash. His hand didn't stray from my thigh, even though we were the only ones in the car, and there was no need to pretend. The streetlights passed in a flash as the car sped off the road. "Lucien....slow down," I whispered when it became too much for me. My heart rate spiked as I looked at the speedometer. We were well past two hundred mph, and it felt like we would get in an accident if he didn't slow down. He glanced at me for a moment before slowing down. I heaved a sigh of relief as he began to drive at a considerably norma