The dining hall was loud with clinking plates and deep voices, but all I could hear was the slow, hungry sound of the King chewing across from me after the session we just had in his room.
Lilith sat at the head, in her body, Lunae’s face lit by the soft glow of the fire. She leaned back in the chair, sipping wine slow, her eyes flicking up when the doors slammed open.
Zephyr stepped in.
His boots were loud on the marble. His shoulders tense. His eyes locked on her — not a greeting, not warmth, just that sharp, cutting look that made the air turn heavy.
“Enjoying yourself?” His voice was low, but it carried.
Lilith smiled over the rim of the goblet. “Just having dinner.”
Lunae’s lips—my lips—curled into a small smile.
She leaned forward, letting Lunae’s breasts press against the edg
