Seraphina realized this and quickly scanned her surroundings. Sure enough, she spotted the source of the seductive scent by the window.
Alarm bells went off in Seraphina's head as her mind raced.
Logically, even if Aurora Hawthorne hated her guts, she wouldn't dare plot against her like this, if only for fear of Damian Fairchild.
And yet, Aurora had done exactly that, right on Damian's turf.
So, who exactly gave her the nerve?
'Could it be Cian?'
The thought of Cian made Seraphina's world crumble.
As time ticked by, Seraphina was drenched in sweat from an unbearable urge, and she could barely muster a shred of strength.
She didn't know how long she had endured it, but finally, a CLICK came from the door as it opened.
In the pitch-black darkness, Seraphina sensed a man walking toward her.
She bit her lip, and the pain cleared her head slightly.
But in the dark, she could only make out the man's silhouette, not his features.
