The Errand

Seraphina Evermore learned early that gratitude could feel a lot like a leash.

By sixteen, she already knew how to smile when people humiliated her.

She knew how to keep her head down when rich girls whispered loud enough for her to hear. 

She knew how to pretend she didn’t notice the pity in the servants’ eyes whenever they looked at her mother in the Ashford mansion.

And most importantly—

She knew how to come running whenever Lucien Ashford called.

Her phone buzzed against the desk during literature class.

Lucien: Buy condoms. Same brand as last time.

No hello.

No please.

Just another order.

Seraphina stared at the message while the teacher’s voice faded into background noise. Her cheeks heated instantly, though it wasn’t shock anymore. Lucien had been making her do things like this for months.

Sometimes cigarettes.

Sometimes alcohol.

Sometimes gifts for Isolde Sterling.

Sometimes hotel bookings under fake names.

And sometimes—

This.

“Seraphina?”

She looked up quickly.

The teacher frowned. “Would you like to answer the question?”

A few students laughed under their breath.

At the back of the classroom, Isolde Sterling crossed her legs elegantly, smiling like she was watching a servant embarrass herself.

Seraphina slowly stood up.

“The poem is about emotional dependency,” she said softly. “The speaker mistakes suffering for love.”

For one second, the room went quiet.

Then somebody snorted.

“How appropriate,” one of Isolde’s friends muttered.

Even the teacher looked awkward.

Seraphina sat back down, gripping her phone tightly under the desk.

Another message popped up immediately.

Lucien: Don’t forget. I’m waiting.

Waiting.

That single word made her stomach twist.

Because Lucien Ashford never waited for anyone.

Unless he needed condoms for another girl.

Behind the counter, two pharmacy workers glanced at her again.

“That girl’s back again?” one whispered.

“The private school one? Yeah. I’ve seen her here like three times this week already.”

A quiet laugh followed.

“Condoms last time too, right?”

“No, emergency pills yesterday.”

“Seriously?”

“She looks way too young for this…”

The other worker lowered her voice, but not enough.

“Rich kids really are wild.”

Another soft laugh.

“Or maybe her boyfriend just doesn’t care about her.”

Seraphina kept her head lowered, pretending she couldn’t hear any of it.

That was the worst part.

Not the mocking.

But how normal this had started to feel.

Cold autumn wind brushed across her face. She hugged the paper bag tightly against her chest, wishing she could disappear into the sidewalk.

A black Aston Martin pulled up beside her.

The passenger window rolled down halfway.

Lucien Ashford sat inside lazily in his school uniform, tie loose around his collar. Dark hair fell across sharp brows, and his expression carried that effortless arrogance of someone who grew up believing the world belonged to him.

“Get in.”

No thank you.

No apology.

Seraphina got in anyway.

The inside of the car smelled like expensive cologne and Isolde’s floral perfume.

That hurt more than it should have.

Lucien held out one hand without even looking at her.

“Give it.”

She placed the paper bag into his palm.

He checked the brand briefly before tossing it into the center console.

“Good.” 

Then he smirked slightly.

“Careful. If you keep taking care of me like this, people are gonna think you’re  jealous of my girlfriend."

Heat rushed to Seraphina’s face—not from excitement, but embarrassment.

“Lucien… midterms are next week. I might not have time to keep—”

“Then manage your time better.”

The words hit like cold water.

Lucien finally glanced at her, irritation flashing in his silver-gray eyes.

“You live in my house. Study at my school. What exactly are you complaining about?”

Her throat tightened immediately.

Because he wasn’t wrong.

The Ashfords paid for everything.

Her tuition.

Her books.

The tiny room she shared with her mother in the servant quarters.

Without them, she wouldn’t even be here.

Lucien looked back at the road.

“Isolde’s birthday party is Friday. Don’t embarrass me by refusing to help.”

Seraphina nodded automatically.

A small, pathetic part of her still felt happy whenever Lucien included her in anything.

Even this.

Maybe especially this.

Because being useful to Lucien was the closest thing she had to being wanted.

Friday night arrived wrapped in diamonds and cruelty.

The Ashford estate glittered with crystal chandeliers, champagne towers, and girls wearing couture dresses worth more than Seraphina’s entire childhood apartment.

She stood quietly near the staircase holding extra gift boxes while Isolde dramatically opened presents for the crowd.

“Lucien,” Isolde laughed, “you spoil me too much.”

Lucien sat beside her with one arm stretched lazily behind her shoulders.

“You complain when I don’t.”

Everyone laughed obediently.

Seraphina stayed silent.

Then Isolde noticed her.

“Oh.” Her smile sharpened. “Why is Seraphina still standing there?”

One girl wrinkled her nose. “Why is she always around?”

“Because Lucien likes adopting strays.”

The room burst into laughter.

Seraphina lowered her eyes.

Lucien said nothing.

Not one word.

Isolde tilted her head sweetly. “Seraphina, can you get us more champagne?”

Another girl smirked. “And maybe learn how to do your makeup while you’re at it.”

“She looks like she irons school uniforms for fun.”

“That’s because her mom literally works here.”

More laughter.

Seraphina turned toward the kitchen before anyone could see her expression cracking.

Behind her, Lucien still didn’t say a thing.

Around midnight, Seraphina finally escaped to the garden terrace.

The cold air burned her lungs.

She gripped the stone railing tightly enough for her fingertips to ache.

“You look miserable.”

A deep male voice startled her.

Cassian Valecrest leaned against the doorway in a black coat, moonlight outlining the sharp angles of his face.

Unlike Lucien’s careless arrogance, Cassian carried something quieter.

Something dangerous.

He was two years older, already infamous in elite circles for destroying business rivals twice his age.

Most girls at Saint Aurelius Academy were terrified of him.

Seraphina was too.

She straightened immediately. “I’m fine.”

Cassian glanced toward the ballroom where laughter still spilled through the windows.

“No,” he said calmly. “You’re trained.”

Her breath caught.

He stepped closer slowly.

“Do you know the difference?”

Seraphina looked away first.

Because nobody had ever spoken to her like that before.

Not kindly.

Not cruelly either.

Just… honestly.

Cassian studied her for a moment before pulling a silk handkerchief from his pocket.

Only then did she realize tears had slipped down her face.

Embarrassed, she wiped them quickly. “Sorry.”

“For what?”

She opened her mouth.

Nothing came out.

Cassian’s eyes darkened slightly.

“You apologize too much, Seraphina.”

The way he said her name felt strange.

Careful.

Like it actually mattered.

Then Lucien’s voice suddenly echoed from inside the ballroom.

“Seraphina!”

Instantly, her shoulders tensed.

Cassian noticed.

Of course he did.

Lucien stepped onto the terrace looking annoyed.

“Why are you hiding out here?”

Then his eyes landed on Cassian.

The atmosphere changed immediately.

Lucien smirked lazily. “Didn’t realize you were entertaining my guest.”

Cassian’s expression didn’t change.

“Interesting wording.”

Lucien ignored him completely.

Instead, he tossed his car keys toward Seraphina.

“Drive yourself home.”

Seraphina froze.

“I drank,” she said quietly, steadying herself against the marble counter. “I can go back without a car.”

Lucien didn’t look concerned at all. He lazily swirled the whiskey in his glass.

“You’ll survive.”

Cassian’s expression darkened instantly.

“Then I’ll take her.”

Lucien finally looked up. “Since when is that your business?”

Cassian calmly stepped forward and picked up Seraphina’s coat from the chair beside her.

“You should worry about your girlfriend instead.”

Beside Lucien, Isolde stiffened slightly.

Lucien let out a cold laugh.

“You seem pretty protective lately.”

Cassian met his gaze without flinching.

“Protective?” he repeated calmly. “Or are you just upset someone else is treating her like a human being?”

The entire room went silent.

Lucien’s jaw tightened immediately.

“She’s always following me around.”

Cassian smiled faintly, almost mockingly.

“And?” His eyes turned colder. “Did you mark her like a dog claiming territory?”

Silence crashed across the room.

Even Isolde looked stunned.

Seraphina’s heartbeat stopped for a second as Lucien’s expression darkened completely.

Without another word, Lucien grabbed Seraphina’s wrist and dragged her away with him.

The Message Her Mother Was Never Meant to See

Seraphina got back to the Ashford estate a little after one in the morning.

The mansion had finally quieted down.

The music was gone. Champagne glasses had been cleaned away. Only the soft chandelier lights remained, reflecting gold against the marble floors.

She slipped off her heels near the entrance, wincing when pain shot through her ankles.

She quietly climbed the back staircase toward the servant wing, but the kitchen light was still on.

Her mother sat at the table folding freshly washed dish towels.

“Mom?” Seraphina blinked. “Why are you still awake?”

Lin Evermore immediately looked up the moment Seraphina walked in.

Then her expression changed.

“Why are you coming home in heels at one in the morning?”

Seraphina froze slightly.

Lin stood up slowly, eyes moving across her daughter’s face, the smeared makeup near her lashes, the exhaustion in her posture.

“And why do you look like you’ve been crying?”

“It was just a party,” Seraphina said quietly.

“A party?” Lin frowned. “Sweetheart, girls don’t come home looking this miserable after a good night.”

Seraphina forced out a small smile.

“I’m okay.”

Lin sighed softly, already unconvinced.

“You always say that when you’re okay.”

The correction was gentle.

But it still hurt.

Lin stood and walked over slowly. Years of labor had left faint cracks across her hands, but her eyes were still warm. Still painfully observant.

She touched Seraphina’s cheek softly.

“You’re freezing.”

“I’m okay.”

“Don’t say okay too much too.”

Seraphina looked away instantly.

That sounded way too similar to what Cassian had said earlier.

Her mother noticed immediately.

“What happened tonight?”

“Nothing.”

“Seraphina.”

That tone.

Soft. Patient. Impossible to fight.

For one reckless second, Seraphina almost told her everything.

How Isolde humiliated her.

How Lucien ignored her.

How she stood in pharmacies at midnight buying condoms for the boy she loved and his girlfriend.

But the words stayed trapped inside her chest.

Because her mother had already sacrificed enough.

So instead, she smiled weakly.

“I’m just tired.”

Lin studied her quietly for a moment before sighing.

“Go shower. I made soup.”

Seraphina nodded and headed upstairs.

Halfway up the staircase, Seraphina’s phone vibrated violently in her hand.

Lucien: Come to my room. NOW.

Her heartbeat stumbled instantly.

Another message appeared.

Now.

Then another.

Bring your phone.

Seraphina stared at the screen for several long seconds.

Even exhausted, even humiliated, some pathetic part of her still reacted every single time Lucien called for her.

Maybe he wanted to talk.

Maybe he noticed she’d been crying earlier.

Maybe—

No.

Deep down, she already knew better.

Still, her feet carried her toward the main wing anyway.

Lucien’s bedroom door was slightly open.

Laughter drifted out.

Female laughter.

Her stomach tightened immediately.

“Lucien,” Isolde giggled breathlessly, “your little puppy actually came.”

Another girl laughed.

“That’s honestly insane.”

Lucien sounded amused.

“She always comes when I call.”

Like it was obvious.

Like there had never been another possibility.

Seraphina stopped outside the doorway.

Then Lucien noticed her.

“There you are.”

He lounged carelessly against the headboard, shirt half-open, while Isolde sat on his lap in one of his oversized black shirts.

Lipstick stained his neck.

Seraphina’s chest tightened painfully.

Lucien didn’t look guilty at all.

Not even slightly.

Instead, he reached for the nightstand and casually tossed his phone toward her.

“Record for us.”

The world went silent.

Seraphina stared at him blankly.

“I—what?”

Isolde burst into laughter.

“Oh my God, look at her face.”

One of the girls sitting nearby smirked openly.

“Lucien, that’s cruel.”

But nobody sounded shocked.

Not really.

Because apparently this was normal to them.

Lucien leaned back lazily against the pillows.

“She’ll do it.”

That hurt the most.

The confidence in his voice.

Like she had no dignity left to refuse him with.

Seraphina’s fingers trembled around the phone.

“I don’t want to.”

Lucien raised an eyebrow slowly.

“What?”

Her throat tightened.

“I said… I don’t want to.”

For a moment, the room went quieter.

Then Isolde wrapped her arms around Lucien’s neck dramatically.

“Aww. Is she jealous?”

The girls laughed again.

Lucien’s expression darkened slightly now.

“Seraphina.”

That tone.

Warning.

Her body reacted automatically.

Fear curled instantly in her stomach.

Because Lucien Ashford had never needed to raise his voice to control her.

He only needed disappointment.

Coldness.

That was enough.

He held out his hand impatiently.

“The phone.”

Seraphina stood frozen near the door.

Every instinct screamed at her to leave.

But another part of her—

The broken part that had spent years loving him—

Was terrified to make him angry.

Lucien noticed her hesitation immediately.

His eyes turned colder.

“Don’t make this difficult.”

Isolde smirked against his shoulder.

“She’s seriously pathetic.”

Seraphina felt humiliation burn through her entire body.

Lucien looked at her like she wasn’t even human anymore.

Just useful.

Someone convenient.

Slowly, mechanically, Seraphina stepped forward.

Her hands shook so badly she almost dropped the phone.

One of the girls laughed under her breath.

“She looks like she’s about to cry.”

Lucien barely glanced at Seraphina.

Instead, he tilted Isolde’s chin up casually.

“Ready?”

Seraphina’s stomach twisted violently.

This felt wrong.

So wrong.

Humiliating.

Disgusting.

And somehow worse because Lucien genuinely didn’t care how badly it hurt her.

He expected obedience.

Nothing else.

Seraphina lifted the phone weakly.

But her vision had already blurred.

She couldn’t do this.

She couldn’t—

“Lucien.”

A woman’s voice suddenly cut through the room.

Everything froze.

Seraphina’s blood ran cold instantly.

Her mother stood in the doorway.

Lin’s eyes landed first on Seraphina.

Then the phone shaking in her daughter’s hands.

Then Lucien and Isolde tangled together on the bed.

Silence crashed across the room.

Nobody moved.

Nobody spoke.

For the first time all night—

Lucien actually looked caught off guard.

“Auntie Lin—”

“What is this?”

Her mother’s voice was terrifyingly calm.

Seraphina had never heard that tone before.

Not anger.

Not yelling.

Something worse.

Lucien sat up slightly.

“It’s not what—”

“Then explain it.”

The room fell dead silent again.

Lin walked slowly toward Seraphina.

Her eyes dropped to the phone screen still open in her daughter’s hand.

And then she saw everything.

Message after message after message.

Come here now.

Wait outside.

Bring condoms.

Wrong brand. Buy another one.

Record for us.

Why did you leave early?

Her mother’s face went completely white.

Seraphina panicked instantly and tried to lower the phone.

“Mom—”

“How long?”

Her voice cracked this time.

That hurt more than screaming ever could.

Seraphina’s throat closed painfully.

“I can explain…”

“You buy condoms for him?”

Silence.

Because there was no explanation that sounded less humiliating than the truth.

Lin looked like she couldn’t breathe.

Her eyes slowly lifted toward Lucien.

And whatever she saw there completely shattered her.

Because he didn’t look sorry.

He looked annoyed.

Like this interruption inconvenienced him.

Her mother whispered softly:

“I sent my daughter here to study.”

Not this.

Not humiliation.

Not servitude.

Not emotional destruction disguised as love.

Tears burned instantly behind Seraphina’s eyes.

Lin grabbed her daughter’s wrist tightly.

“We’re leaving.”

Lucien finally stood up.

“Auntie Lin, you’re misunderstanding—”

“Don’t.”

The single word sliced through the room.

Everyone went silent.

Even Isolde looked uncomfortable now.

Lin pulled Seraphina behind her protectively.

For the first time in years—

Someone was protecting her.

Lucien frowned slightly.

“Seraphina.”

Her body instinctively reacted to his voice again.

But this time, her mother’s grip tightened immediately.

And Lin looked directly at Lucien Ashford with quiet devastation in her eyes.

“She loved you,” she said softly.

Lucien went still.

“She loved you so much she destroyed herself trying to stay beside you.”

The room became unbearably silent.

Lin’s eyes reddened slightly.

“But you treated her like she was nothing.”

For the first time that night—

Lucien’s expression finally changed.

Only slightly.

But enough.

Seraphina saw it.

And somehow that hurt even more.

Because after everything—

Some stupid part of her still wanted him to care.

Lin pulled her daughter toward the door.

“Come home.”

Seraphina looked down at the floor silently.

Then finally—

For the first time—

She walked away from Lucien without looking back.

The First Time She Didn’t Stay Quiet

The next morning, the Ashford estate felt colder than usual.

Seraphina sat silently beside her mother in the back seat of a taxi, fingers twisted tightly together in her lap.

Neither of them spoke much during the ride.

Because there wasn’t really anything left to say.

The screenshots were still burned into Lin Evermore’s mind.

Buy this brand instead.

Wait outside.

Why did you leave before recording?

Every message felt like another knife twisting into a mother’s chest.

When they arrived at the estate, the servants immediately sensed something was wrong.

Lin walked straight through the front doors without stopping.

Seraphina followed quietly behind her.

The private dining room was already occupied.

Lucien sat at the table lazily scrolling through his phone while Evelyn Ashford drank coffee across from him.

The moment Evelyn saw them, her expression changed.

“Lin?”

Lucien barely looked up.

Then he noticed Seraphina standing beside her mother.

His brows pulled together slightly.

“You’re still upset about last night?”

Lin calmly placed a stack of printed screenshots onto the table.

The room went silent.

Lucien’s expression darkened slightly as he recognized the messages immediately.

Evelyn picked up the papers beside her.

The further she read, the tighter her face became.

Especially after seeing the message about recording.

“Lucien,” she said sharply.

He looked irritated already.

“It wasn’t a big deal.”

Seraphina felt her chest tighten instantly.

Not a big deal.

Of course that’s what he thought.

Lin stared at him quietly for several seconds.

Then finally asked:

“Do you even hear yourself?”

Lucien leaned back in his chair lazily.

“She’s acting like I ruined her life.”

“You humiliated her.”

“She could’ve said no.”

The calmness in his voice made the entire room colder.

Seraphina lowered her eyes immediately.

Because deep down—

Part of her hated that he was right.

She never said no.

Not to the errands.

Not even to the humiliation.

Because loving Lucien Ashford had slowly taught her to confuse obedience with affection.

Evelyn finally set the papers down hard.

“That’s enough.”

Lucien frowned slightly at his mother’s tone.

She almost never spoke to him like that.

Lin reached into her bag calmly and pulled out an envelope.

“I’m resigning.”

That finally made Lucien look up properly.

“What?”

“I’ll collect our belongings today. Seraphina and I will leave tonight.”

For the first time, genuine surprise flashed across his face.

Evelyn stood immediately.

“Lin, please reconsider.”

Her voice sounded sincere now.

Tired too.

“I’ll speak to Lucien.”

“That doesn’t change what happened.”

“I can arrange separate housing for you both nearby,” Evelyn continued quickly. “Seraphina’s education shouldn’t suffer because my son acted immaturely.”

Lin almost laughed.

Immature boys forgot birthdays.

Immature boys came home drunk.

Immature boys did not turn a girl into a public joke and expect gratitude afterward.

“My daughter loved him,” Lin said quietly.

The room fell silent.

Evelyn’s expression tightened painfully.

Because everyone had known.

Everyone except Lucien.

Or maybe—

He knew.

And simply enjoyed being worshipped.

That possibility disturbed her even more.

Lucien finally scoffed softly.

“You’re seriously leaving over condoms?”

Seraphina flinched immediately.

Evelyn closed her eyes briefly in frustration.

Lin’s voice stayed calm.

“No. We’re leaving because my daughter forgot her own worth in this house.”

Something in the room shifted after that.

Because for the first time—

Someone had finally said it out loud.

Lucien’s jaw tightened slightly.

“You’re overreacting.”

“No,” Lin replied steadily. “I’m being her mother.”

Silence.

Lucien suddenly looked toward Seraphina instead.

Like he expected her to say something.

To calm everyone down.

To stay like she always did.

But Seraphina only stood there quietly beside her mother.

And somehow—

That unsettled him more.

Evelyn stepped forward carefully.

“Seraphina,” she said softly, “you’ve grown up in this house. You’re family to us.”

That almost made Seraphina laugh.

Family.

Families didn’t humiliate each other for entertainment.

Families didn’t make girls buy condoms for another couple.

Families didn’t send laughing videos afterward.

Still, before she could answer—

Lucien spoke again.

“She’ll come back.”

Everyone looked at him.

His expression stayed lazy, almost annoyed.

“She always does.”

The words hit harder than they should have.

Because until yesterday—

He would’ve been right.

Lin picked up the resignation letter and placed it directly in front of Evelyn.

“Not this time.”

Then she turned toward Seraphina gently.

“Come on.”

And for the first time in years—

Seraphina walked away from Lucien Ashford without looking back.

By Monday morning, everyone at Saint Aurelius Academy already knew something was wrong.

Because Isolde Sterling never missed a chance to humiliate somebody.

Seraphina stepped out of the car alone, clutching her books tightly against her chest.

Usually Lucien arrived with her.

Usually there were messages.

Orders.

Errands.

Something.

But today—

Nothing.

No Lucien.

No acknowledgment at all.

Students immediately noticed.

Whispers followed her across the courtyard.

“Did Lucien finally dump her?”

“I heard her mom caused drama at the Ashford estate.”

“That’s so embarrassing.”

“She probably got too clingy again.”

Seraphina kept walking with her head down.

Like if she ignored them hard enough, maybe they’d disappear.

They didn’t.

By lunchtime, things got worse.

Way worse.

Seraphina opened her locker—

And froze.

Condom boxes spilled out immediately.

Dozens of them.

Different brands.

Different sizes.

Some unopened.

Some empty on purpose.

One even bounced across the hallway floor near her shoes.

The corridor exploded with laughter.

“Oh my god,” a girl gasped dramatically. “That’s insane.”

Another laughed harder.

“Lucien seriously sent her shopping again?”

Someone else picked up a box from the floor.

“Wait—isn’t this the same brand from the pharmacy near campus?”

“Yeah,” another girl snorted. “Apparently she buys them all the time.”

More laughter erupted.

Seraphina’s face went completely pale.

Then Isolde Sterling appeared from the crowd.

Perfect hair.

Perfect makeup.

Perfect smile.

Cruel as ever.

She leaned casually against the lockers, arms folded.

“Don’t look so shocked, Seraphina,” she said lightly. “Lucien thought it’d be funny.”

A girl beside her giggled immediately.

“He literally bought like fifty boxes online last night.”

“And told us to help decorate your locker.”

The laughter became even louder.

Seraphina’s fingers tightened around her books.

Isolde tilted her head innocently.

“Honestly, we should thank you.” Her smile widened. “Without you constantly running errands, Lucien’s relationship would be way less convenient.”

Someone nearby added loudly:

“She’s basically their assistant at this point.”

“No,” another corrected. “Personal condom delivery service.”

The hallway burst into laughter again.

Seraphina crouched down silently to pick up the boxes.

Then someone kicked one away before she could grab it.

“Aww, don’t miss that one.”

Another girl smirked.

“Careful. That one might be sentimental.”

“Stop,” Seraphina whispered.

“What?”

“I said stop.”

That only encouraged them more.

One girl snatched Seraphina’s notebook from her arms.

Another tugged at her sleeve.

“Aww, she’s mad.”

“Maybe Lucien finally got bored of his charity project.”

“That’s what happens when poor girls confuse pity with love.”

That one hit harder than the others.

Because part of her still feared it was true.

Seraphina reached for her notebook.

“Give it back.”

The girl lifted it higher with a grin.

“Make me.”

A crowd had gathered around them now.

Phones out.

Recording.

Watching.

Nobody stepped in.

Nobody ever did.

Then—

“Pathetic.”

A cold male voice cut through the hallway.

Everything went silent instantly.

Cassian Valecrest walked toward them slowly, one hand in his pocket, dark coat hanging over his shoulders like he stepped straight out of a magazine cover.

Unlike Lucien, who attracted attention naturally—

Cassian controlled it.

People moved out of his way automatically.

The girl holding Seraphina’s notebook immediately stiffened.

Cassian stopped right in front of her.

“Do you people enjoy acting like circus animals,” he asked calmly, “or does public humiliation just come naturally to you?”

Nobody answered.

The girl immediately shoved the notebook back toward Seraphina.

Cassian didn’t even glance at her.

His eyes stayed on Seraphina instead.

“Are you hurt?”

The question caught her completely off guard.

Not Are you okay.

Not fake politeness.

Actual concern.

Seraphina shook her head automatically.

Cassian’s gaze slowly drifted toward the condom boxes scattered all over the floor.

Something dark flickered across his face.

Then he looked up at Isolde.

“You planned this?”

Isolde crossed her arms tighter.

“Why do you care?”

Cassian took one slow step forward.

Suddenly even Isolde’s friends looked nervous.

“Because,” he said quietly, “I hate spoiled people who think cruelty makes them important.”

Isolde forced out a laugh.

“You’re defending her?”

“No,” Cassian replied coldly. “I’m criticizing you.”

The hallway became dead silent.

Even Isolde looked caught off guard.

Cassian almost never involved himself in school drama.

That made this worse.

Much worse.

One girl muttered awkwardly, “We were just joking…”

Cassian finally looked at her.

She shut up immediately.

Seraphina stood frozen beside her locker, emotions twisting painfully in her chest.

Because after spending years chasing Lucien—

The person protecting her was somebody who owed her absolutely nothing.

Cassian bent down calmly and picked up one of the condom boxes himself.

Then dropped it straight into the nearby trash can.

The sound echoed strangely loudly.

“One more thing,” he said without looking at Isolde again. “If any of you touch her belongings after today, I’ll make sure your families regret raising you this badly.”

Nobody doubted him.

That was the scary part.

Cassian finally turned back toward Seraphina.

“Come with me.”

She blinked. “What?”

“You haven’t eaten.”

Before she could answer, he turned and walked away like he already expected her to follow him.

And somehow—

She did.