Seraphine stood quietly off to the side, her hands tucked deep inside the pockets of her warm coat. She had zero intention of jumping into the middle of this mess.
This wasn't her fight or her place to steer things. She just wanted to be there as a witness to everything unfolding. The raw, devastating pain hanging in the air belonged to Vladimir and Voren.
They were the ones grieving the same woman in completely different, heartbreaking ways.
One had lost the love of his life, while the other had lost the mother he thought he knew all along. Neither of them deserved the cruel lies and betrayal Olivia had put them through for so many years.
The cold wind kept blowing between them, carrying nothing but heavy, painful silence.
Voren looked directly at Ian, his expression steady even though the deep grief behind his eyes was impossible to miss. There was no point trying to hide the truth anymore.
