Seraphina's POV
Lunch break finally rolled around. I'd just finished my morning rounds when Trista pushed open my office door.
"Sera, come on. Let's get some food." Her head popped around the door, her face etched with exhaustion.
"Right behind you." I set down the charts for my next cardiac patient and followed her out.
The dining area at the healing center was usually a quiet sanctuary.
We'd just sat down with our trays when the clean, sharp scent of antiseptic was suddenly blown away by a heavy, aggressive wave of cedar.
We both looked up. It was Wilmot.
The second Trista saw him, her smile vanished. She dropped her gaze to her tray, staring at her food as if she could build a psychological wall through silence alone.
"Trista. I didn't agree to dissolve the bond. We need to talk
