Seraphine's POV
The warmth spread through my face like wildfire, creeping up from my neck until my entire complexion burned with embarrassment. I pressed my teeth into my lower lip, fighting the mortification that painted my cheeks. My skin must have glowed crimson, reminiscent of the bright red vegetables I once prepared in the Storm Peak pack kitchen. I desperately searched for anywhere else to focus my attention while his steady gaze remained fixed ahead as he transported me toward the vehicle.
Never before had anyone lifted me into their embrace this way. Perhaps my parents had when I was merely an infant, but those memories were lost to time. This experience felt entirely foreign and unexpectedly comforting.
The more I attempted to control my breathing, the deeper the flush spread across my skin. My cheeks blazed like hot coals, impossible to hide from anyone who might glance my way.
