Seraphine's POV
My body went rigid as I watched Joanna from the balcony. The moonlight caught her silhouette as she slipped between the shadows, moving with practiced stealth toward the tree line. Something twisted in my stomach. Normal people didn't sneak around the estate grounds at midnight, especially not kitchen staff who should be fast asleep.
Every instinct I possessed screamed that something was wrong. I should wake Kayne, should alert the guards. Instead, I found myself backing away from the railing and rushing inside.
My heart hammered against my ribs. The smart thing would be returning to bed, waking Theodore, letting him handle whatever this was. But my hands were already reaching for the silk robe draped over the chair. Theodore shifted in our bed, his broad shoulders catching the moonlight as he turned toward the wall, but his breathing remained deep and even.
