(Theo Vinter's POV—Warehouse)
Evelina Hartgrave.
The rumored witch. The villainess. The girl was whispered about in gilded halls as if she were a curse carved into marble.
The first time I heard her name, I didn't think much of it. Another heiress with too much money, too much pride, and too little sense. A typical jealous fiancée who couldn't handle her man glancing at another woman.
Boring.
Even when I met her for the first time… nothing earth-shattering changed.
Instead, that fragile flower, Sera Hartgrave, caught my attention. Soft voice. Pretty smiles. Eyes that begged to be protected.
Adorable.
I wanted Sera in my grip—to cage her, dangle her, and crush her slowly between my fingers. A delicate thing built to shatter beautifully.
And then—there she was.
Sera Hartgrave, kneeling in the middle of a crosswalk, rescued a pathetic kitten while cars screeched around her.
Foolish. Sweet. Breakable.
And I thought, yes. That one is mine.
