Sera's Point of View
My stomach fluttered nervously as Giselle pulled into the parking garage. The last time I'd been alone with Damon, we'd been half-naked in a hot spring, his hands on my skin, his mouth---
Heat flooded my face.
"You okay?" Giselle asked, clearly trying not to laugh. "You're turning red."
"I'm fine," I muttered, climbing out of the car.
The elevator ride to his floor felt too short. My heart was racing, palms slightly sweaty. This was ridiculous. We were mates. I'd chosen him. There was no reason to be this nervous about seeing him.
The elevator doors opened, and I stepped out---
And stopped dead.
Wendy sat at a desk just outside Damon's office, filing her nails. She looked up when I appeared, and her expression shifted from bored to coldly triumphant.
"Sera," s
