My Sister Stole My Mate And I Let Her (Seraphina) novel Chapter 391

Chapter 391: Chapter 391 AMUSEMENT PARK

SERAPHINA’S POV

We had an inkling, but now I knew for sure.

Catherine was the big bad—the powerful psychic pulling the strings of all the marionettes on our board.

If her invitation regarding my father was genuine, then it was safe to say she was most likely responsible for what had happened to Aaron.

Thank the gods I’d come prepared.

Before leaving the packhouse that morning, I had made a small adjustment to Daniel’s gift.

The modification had taken less than ten minutes and required nothing more complicated than a thin conductive filament and a bit of improvised wiring tucked carefully beneath the inner casing.

It was simple. Crude, even.

But it served a purpose.

When my pulse dropped past a certain threshold—symptomatic of being under psychic influence—the contact would complete a tiny circuit and produce a mild shock.

Strong enough to disrupt the influence.

A tether back to reality.

And at that moment, it had done exactly what I had intended.

Catherine’s gaze remained fixed on my face, searching for signs of a lingering trance.

“You recovered quickly,” she observed.

I shrugged, though my shoulders felt tight. “Maybe you’re not as powerful as you think.”

Her eyes narrowed, but instead of anger, her eyes held even more curiosity.

“You’re a fascinating young woman, Seraphina,” she said in the tone of someone admiring a piece of meat and thinking of all the dishes they could make with it.

Behind my composed expression, my mind was already moving.

Catherine’s psychic influence had been subtle enough that I had almost missed it entirely. The warmth she had released into the air had felt harmless, even comforting, yet the effect had been disturbingly effective.

If the compass had not snapped me out of it—

I pushed the thought aside.

That possibility did not matter anymore.

What mattered was the realization forming rapidly in my mind.

Catherine was far more dangerous than we had assumed.

Not merely because of her intelligence or resources.

But because of the depth of her psychic ability.

If, despite all my training, she could manipulate my perception so easily without even appearing to exert effort, then confronting her directly inside her own territory would be far more dangerous than any of us had anticipated.

Which meant it was time to leave. Regroup. Replan.

Without giving her the satisfaction of realizing she had forced my hand.

I allowed a faint smile to touch my lips.

“I will say, though, that was an interesting trick,” I said casually.

Catherine’s brow lifted. “Trick?”

“That psychic field you released,” I said. “How did you do it? It felt almost...maternal.”

Her lips quirked. “You’d be surprised how on the nose you are.”

It was my turn to feign curiosity. “Really? Tell me more.”

Inside my mind, I reached outward.

The connection snapped into place instantly.

‘Ethan.’

The mind-link carried a subtle pulse of acknowledgement. ‘I’m here.’

‘Time to go,’ I said silently.

There was a brief pause before his response came again.

‘Understood.’

His emotions flickered across the barrier in quick flashes of tension and readiness.

Stronger than Ethan’s emotions, though, Kieran’s presence burned the brightest—sharp and focused as he waited in absolute readiness for the moment to act.

I suppressed the instinct to glance toward the tree line, knowing Catherine would notice even the smallest shift in my attention.

“Unfortunately,” I said aloud, “I’m still not interested in your offer.”

Catherine sighed, shaking her head like I was an A student who had submitted an assignment below my potential.

“What a shame.”

I shrugged, taking a step back. “Maybe you need to rethink your strategy.”

Her smile returned, as sharp as a knife’s edge. “Leaving so soon?”

“Yes.”

I turned away from her, and for a brief moment, the clearing remained still.

Then the air shifted.

Three figures emerged from the edge of the forest directly in my path, moving quickly and with clear purpose, their predatory posture making their intentions unmistakable.

I almost smirked as I mentally punctured my rogue-attack punch card.

Catherine’s voice drifted calmly behind me. “I was hoping we could talk a little longer.” 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

“There’s nothing else in this meeting for me,” I called, eyes on the men.

She sighed. “I so wanted to do this without any violence.”

As if that were a cue, the first man lunged forward.

I half-shifted before he could even finish the movement.

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