My Sister Stole My Mate And I Let Her (Seraphina) novel Chapter 371

Chapter 371: Chapter 371 NOT FRAGILE

SERAPHINA’S POV

I staggered backwards into the real world, my hands slipping from Celeste’s face.

The Frostbane guest room snapped back into focus in fragments. Curtains half-drawn. The muted glow of the bedside lamp. Celeste’s body arched against the restraints.

Air seared my lungs as I fought to breathe, reeling.

While I was still trying to get my bearings, Celeste screamed.

Her body jerked violently against the leather cuffs. The metal ring clanged, sharp and resonant, against the bedframe.

“What did you just do?!” she demanded, panic splintering through her words, her eyes wild.

“You were inside my head. You—you can’t do that. That’s not normal. That’s not—”

She sucked in a ragged breath, staring at me as if I had grown horns before her eyes. “You’re a monster.”

I straightened slowly.

My pulse was still unsteady, but my voice was not. “I sought the truth.”

She thrashed harder, hair lashing across her face, breath short and ragged. “You violated me!”

The irony almost made me laugh.

I stepped closer to the bed, close enough that she could see the sneer on my lips.

“Doesn’t feel so good, does it?”

Something in my tone—quiet, steady, utterly stripped of emotion—seemed to freeze her in place, stalling her thrashing.

“Lie to me again,” I continued, “and I’ll have a field day in your fucked up mind.”

Her jaw trembled, her eyes bright with a rush of fear and fury so intense it vibrated off her.

Her eyes searched my face, looking for the softness she used to exploit. The hesitation. The quiet endurance.

She didn’t find it.

“What are you?” she hissed.

“I’m not the Sera you left behind,” I said. “I told you things had changed.”

I took a step back. “If you calm down and are willing to communicate like an adult, maybe you, Ethan, and I can sit down and have a conversation. One without lies and schemes, hmm?”

Her expression flickered—defiance clashing with uncertainty and something that looked like fear.

Her lips parted as if to retort, but the words stalled before they could form.

I turned toward the door.

“Rest,” I said. “You look exhausted.”

Her scream followed me out. “You don’t get to walk away! You don’t get to act like you’re above me! Sera—!”

I closed the door behind me.

The hallway outside was dim and cool, the air calmer than the charged space I’d just left.

I took one step.

Then another.

The drain struck all at once, as if the floor vanished beneath me. My vision tunneled, blackness creeping inward as my legs gave out.

Strong arms caught me before I hit the ground.

“Sera!” Kieran’s voice was low and sharp at the same time.

His scent wrapped around me as he steadied my weight against him. “I’ve got you.”

I blinked up at him, trying to force the room back into clarity.

“I’m fine,” I murmured.

“You’re not.” His hand slid to the back of my neck, fingers warm against my skin. “You’re shaking.”

I tried to straighten, but my knees protested. “I just...pushed harder than I meant to. And...” I swallowed. “It felt like something pushed back.”

His jaw tightened. “What did she do?”

“I don’t know.” That unsettled me more than I wanted to admit. “It could’ve been my limit. Or her defences. Or—”

Catherine.

It was easy to guess who Celeste had called before I’d been shoved out.

Besides Father. Besides Mother. Besides Ethan.

There had always been Catherine.

Her godmother. Her confidante. The woman who had whispered into her ear since we were children, who had shaped Celeste’s understanding of power and entitlement and performance.

Who had taken care of her after she’d broken up with Brett.

Who, until recently, she’d been with.

Kieran studied me for a long moment, a storm of emotions swirling in his eyes.

“We’re going home,” he said finally, no room for argument in his tone.

I didn’t fight him.

He lifted me as if I weighed nothing and carried me down the corridor.

Ethan’s door opened briefly as we passed; he took one look at my face and didn’t ask questions.

“Call if anything happens,” I told him faintly.

“You will do no such thing,” Kieran retorted.

Ethan’s expression was unreadable, but he nodded.

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