Seraphina's POV
"We need to move. Now." Kaelen's voice cut through the bathroom steam like a knife, his body still glistening wet from our hasty shower. The momentary calm we'd found washing blood from our skin had evaporated as quickly as the water droplets on his muscled shoulders.
I fumbled with the belt of my robe. "But we just cleaned up—"
"No time." He was already pulling on pants, not bothering with underwear. "That attack wasn't random. They knew exactly where to find us, which means this location is compromised beyond recovery."
My stomach dropped as the implications hit me. "You think there might be more coming?"
"I know there are." His green eyes locked with mine, hard as emeralds. "Get dressed. Pack only what Rhys needs. Two minutes."
