Atticus was a bit surprised. He had recognized her serene presence the moment she entered, but it didn't change the fact that her visit was highly unusual. Rising from his seated position, he bowed respectfully.
"Come on, sweetie, we're way past that now. Give me a hug instead," Seraphina said with a warm smile.
But Atticus hesitated, glancing up at her before clearing his throat. 'What a deadly trap.'
Despite being over a century old, Seraphina didn't look her age at all. Her flawless skin, perfectly accentuated curves, and youthful features made her appear to be in her thirties.
She might technically be older than Atticus, but considering his maturity far exceeded his physical age, it didn't make the situation any less awkward.
Atticus constantly had to remind himself that she was an old granny to maintain his composure.
Seeing his wary look, Seraphina chuckled. "You're looking at me like I'm going to eat you alive. Relax."
