Stay away from Alysha

Seraphina sat behind her desk, her fingers tapping restlessly against the polished wood. The air in her office felt suffocating, and her mind was a whirlwind of anger and frustration. Alysha—or whatever she called herself now—had shown up, right out in the open, and the chaos that followed was still unraveling in her mind. Her grip tightened, nails digging into her palm as she tried to calm the storm inside her.

The door creaked open, and Neil Holland strode into the office, his face unreadable but his eyes sharp. Seraphina’s gaze flicked to her father, sensing the tension before he even spoke.

“Where is Alysha?” he demanded, his voice cold but measured. There was a hint of suspicion laced in his tone.

Seraphina leaned back, her eyes narrowing. “I don’t know,” she answered, her voice flat but filled with irritation.

Neil’s gaze didn’t soften. “Did you do something to her again?” he pressed, his eyes piercing.

Seraphina scoffed, crossing her arms tightly over her chest. “If I’d had the