R A I D E N
The moment the door shut behind me, the weight of the day crashed over my shoulders like a falling boulder. Hours of negotiations with the elders, endless reports, the tension of the trials still simmering in the air, I was exhausted down to the bone.
All I wanted was silence. A moment alone. A breath without responsibility clawing at my throat but the instant I inhaled, something pulled my attention tight. A faint scent.
Vanilla, soft, warm, sweet enough to cut through the lingering scent of steel and ink in my chamber.
My gaze snapped toward the bed.
And there she was.
Liora. Dressed in a red robe that clung to her body like it had been stitched onto her skin.
Thin. Silky. Dangerously easy to see through when she shifted.
And from the way the fabric shaped her, from t
