Chapter 29 You'll Never Be Seraphina
- The hotel suite was dim, curtains drawn tight against the city lights. A glass of whiskey sat half-empty on the table, amber liquid catching the glow of the bedside lamp. Zane sat forward in the armchair, phone in hand, jaw tight.
- Every scroll of the screen only made his blood boil hotter. Blog after blog, headline after headline.
- “Seraphina spotted with mysterious man!”