"I am going to absolutely destroy his center!"
Seraphina bounded toward the door, fully prepared to go completely devastate the Archduke's fragile chess ego.
But as she reached for the brass handle, a hand gently, firmly caught her shoulder.
Seraphina paused, looking up.
Roan was standing right behind her.
The playful, sarcastic, easygoing tutor persona had vanished entirely.
His pitch-black eyes were narrow, dark, and utterly serious.
He looked down the hallway through the frosted glass of the study door, his gaze piercing through the barriers of the estate. The air around him felt heavy, crackling with an immense, restrained power that made the hair on Seraphina's arms stand up.
"I wouldn't go to the Archduke's office just yet, little one," Roan said, his voice dropping into a low, smooth, incredibly dangerous whisper.
