The Prey

My legs carried me toward the mansion faster than my mind could process.

My heart was confused and exhilarated, beating against my ribs as though it wanted to escape and seek the answers, I didn’t even know I was chasing.

Tame him?

As if Judas Romanovski could ever be tamed.

He was a storm—a force of nature that bent the world to his will, and here I was, fumbling to even keep my feet on the ground when he was near.

My thoughts scattered like autumn leaves when I rounded the corner and nearly collided with Killian Schmidt. I barely caught myself.

“Seraphina,” he greeted smoothly. His voice...