SERAPHINA "Sera" MORTEZ'S POINT OF VIEW
"W-What?!"
My voice cracks through the small house, sharp enough to make the boys in the hall pause. My face feels tight-confusion warring with something deep and aching that I can't name. What is he saying? Why is he saying this?
His brow furrows, and pain flashes across his face before he smooths it over. "Am I wrong? You're not my wife?"
"No!" The word bursts out before I can stop it.
He clicks his tongue, a small sound of disappointment. "What a shame. Then why not? Who are you?"
Who are you?
The words loop in my head like a broken needle on vinyl, each repetition digging into my chest. I stare at him, my mind going blank. Is this really Lucian? What if I'm wrong? Just because he was with Ace and the twins doesn't mean it's him. Maybe I've been so desperate to see him again that I've made him into someone he's not-projecting onto a stranger with the same green eyes.
