Sera’s POV:

“You’re getting married?”

I can’t meet Penelope’s eyes. I can’t bear to hear the hurt in her voice, the little crack at the end of her words.

“Is this what you wanted to tell me?” she touches my shoulder. It’s a gentle touch, one that has me jumping. “Sera?”

“Won’t you say something?” My mother snaps. “Seraphina?!”

I glance at Mordecai. Our eyes meet, and he’s still holding Penelope’s hand. There doesn’t need to a change in his expression for me to know that he’s enjoying this.

His eyes narrow, a dark glint shining in their sterile depths. Daring me to speak up, to tell the truth right...