Seraphina's POV
After Gianna was forced to apologize to me—something that had never happened in my entire life—I decided that I was done. I couldn't stay in this house any longer.
Not with her, or at the very least, not until I was able to cool off for a bit.
I was very much aware that if I had to spend one more second under the same roof with her and deal with the nonsense she'd try to pull once Darius was out of sight, I might actually lose control and do something worse than just slapping her.
So, without hesitating, I turned to Darius and said, "Get me out of here."
He raised an eyebrow, still smirking like this whole thing was wildly entertaining to him. I could tell that he wasn't the type to experience many exciting situations, maybe because of his position as prince, which was why a situation as significant as this seemed very interesting to him.
"And where exactly am I taking you?" he asked, and as soon as I heard his question, that was when it hit me.
