To his credit, Leo didn’t flinch under Seraphine’s piercing glare, nor did he bow or cower. He stood with his chin raised, as if completely unbothered by the sheer power rolling off the other woman. He held the air of a visiting monarch paying honor to another throne. Equal, yet unyielding. As a human living in the magical world for only a handful of weeks so far, he had absolutely no right to look as stubborn and confident as he did in that moment—nor to be so attractive doing it.
