Chapter 145 The Man Deserved It
- Seraphel’s posture is the first thing Davina notices. It’s wrong. Not weak—Seraphel is not a woman who can ever truly appear weak—but loosened, as though something has slipped beneath her control. Her shoulders are not held as rigidly as they usually are, her spine not as perfectly aligned. It’s subtle. Most would miss it.
- Davina does not.
- Her wolf hisses, ‘Something’s off.’