THIS NEVER HAPPENED.

SERAPHINA’S POINT OF VIEW. The rainstorm hits the windows of the library harshly, making it rattle as I stood impatiently against the door. I had just finished a round of tutoring with Theo, all I wanted to do was go home, and be far from him for some time. Anytime he was around, my heart did something wicked to me, my belly too. Matter of fact, my entire fucking body barely responds to my commands when he’s anywhere near me. I’ve seen that look in his eye somewhere before. It’s in the blue irises of Lucien anytime he looks at Sloane. Theo’s black eyes always, and I mean always did the same thing Lucien’s did whenever I saw him, and he always looks in my direction without shame. My skin flushes with attention, my entire senses aware of him watching me as my leg bounces against the wall. I want to run, hide, or be far from himk. Anytime we have to be in an enclosed space, I count down the hours, waiting for the time I can easily leave his viscinity, and breathe normally again. His honey