Seraphina's Point Of View
"Draven," I breathed out, my throat suddenly so parched I could barely get the name out.
I tried to take a tiny step backward, but Azriel's hand on my lower back was an immovable wall, holding me pinned right in front of them like a piece of prize property. My mind raced through everything that had happened in the last twenty-four hours, and yet somehow none of it had prepared me for this moment… for the three of them, together, looking at me like I was the only thing that mattered in the entire world.
The weight of their combined attention pressed against my skin like something physical, something I couldn't shrug off no matter how hard I tried.
