“What is a date?” Kaelen asked, brow furrowed.
“Would you prefer if I said mate?” Serena teased.
The word hit his ears like beautiful music—his entire posture shifted.
“You’re in the human world,” she snapped lightly. “Mate isn’t a human thing.”
That dragged him straight out of his fantasy.
She picked up her phone. “I’ll be coming,” she told the manager, then hung up without waiting for a response.
Perfect, she thought. What better way to find out how much the museum costs?
Kaelen wandered around her room, his eyes snagging on images of her—some with relic-like objects, others very exposed.
He swallowed.
“You gather relics?” he asked. “And why… do you display your face and body upon your walls in such manner?”
His voice gave off possessiveness
“And the strange thing over your ey
