Seraphina's Point Of View
"I'm fine, boss," I choked out, trying to sound as strictly professional, emotionally detached, and corporate as humanly possible.
Azriel's dark, ice-blue eyes instantly squinted. His eyebrows pulled together into a mockingly dramatic scowl, and something unreadable flickered across his face, as if he genuinely couldn't decide whether to laugh or be offended. "Boss?" he repeated, his deep voice carrying a dangerously playful rumble.
The word seemed to roll around in his mouth like he was tasting something foreign and slightly distasteful, something he intended to spit right back out at me. "Boss?" He said it again under his breath, quieter this time, testing its shape like it physically pained him to acknowledge such a title existed between us.
