Seraphine’s Pov

“You see what I’m saying, Malric?” I murmured, close enough that he could smell the faint scent of my oil.

“She’s in there with Caleb doing things the stars don’t even whisper about. I told you from the start: she isn’t the one for you.”

We were a few feet from Caleb’s door. I had pulled him here on purpose. He’d followed because men never resist the promise of scandal. I could see the twitch in his jaw. He was a volcano wrapped in steel.

“Why are you showing me this?” he asked, sharp, quiet.

“Open your eyes,” I said. “I have news. Come to your chambers. Let...