Seraphina's Point Of View
What has gotten into him?
The thought rang loud in my mind.
It stayed there, steady and persistent, circling over and over again like it refused to leave, while the warm smell of the food in my lap kept drifting upward in soft waves. Butter, herbs, roasted vegetables, rich sauce from the salmon, all of it blending together into something sinful and mouth-watering that made my stomach tighten again with a deep, aching hunger. The aroma alone was enough to make my senses spin.
None of this made sense.
Lucian did not act like this.
Lucian did not buy dinner for people.
Lucian did not wait quietly in parked cars while someone processed the fact that he had just said he wanted to take care of them.
Yet the evidence sat right there in my lap.
