The Prey

Sera’s POV

His mother was nothing like I imagined. Not the rude, foreboding woman my mind had painted despite being Judas Romanovski’s mother. Instead, she was a beam of light in this damn family of brooding men. It almost felt normal. Almost.

“Sit, dear,” Rara said softly offering a warm smile. It was hard to believe that someone like her could exist in a family like this. I never judge a book by its cover, but the freaking Romanovski name screamed violence and nothing else.

Her warm smile radiated an unwavering kindness, yet her presence carried an elegance I couldn’t grasp. Like the gentle breeze before a hurricane....