Draven's Point Of View
"Your father's man is an idiot who couldn't protect a paper bag in a gentle breeze," I said flatly, wrapping my hand around her hip to steady her as she stood up.
"He is a trained security officer!" Seraphina argued, wrapping the silk robe tightly around her waist and tying the knot with aggressive precision, as though the gesture alone could restore some dignity to the moment. "And he doesn't glare at me like he wants to eat me alive!"
"That's because he doesn't have taste," I shot back, swinging my legs over the side of the bed and standing up completely bare, unbothered by the cool morning air pressing against my skin.
