Serena’s pov
I stared at him, my mind reeling. This couldn’t be happening. Not with him.
“No,” I whispered again, my voice barely audible.
He was speaking, but I wasn’t listening, my mind was racing with several thoughts. After what felt like hours but was just several minutes, I turned around and began to run.
I didn’t stop running until I was safely inside my room, the heavy wooden door slamming shut behind me. My chest rose and fell as I leaned against it, struggling to catch my breath. The memory of Rhett’s touch, the undeniable bond that had snapped between us played on a maddening loop in my mind.
“No. No, no, no,” I whispered, pressing my hands to my temples as if I could squeeze the thoughts away.
For weeks, I’d believed Dorian was my second chance, a gift from the Moon
