Theodore's POV
I raised an eyebrow at Becky's peculiar request. Whatever nonsense she had spouted earlier about being in love with me was clearly fabricated, but this sudden desire to help Seraphine seemed real enough. Still, I remained skeptical of her motives.
"Tatiana has returned to handle my styling needs," I said curtly. "Your services are no longer required. You may-"
A thunderous crash echoed through the house, cutting off my words. The sound of something heavy and metallic hitting the floor reverberated through the walls, followed by a soft groan. My head snapped toward the kitchen, every muscle in my body tensing.
Someone was in there. I drew in a sharp breath, catching a familiar scent on the air. Seraphine.
