Alexander:
Steam curled lazily from the surface of the bath, rising in soft waves that blurred the edges of the marble room. I leaned back against the stone, letting the heat loosen the tension in my shoulders.
A rare moment of quiet.
A rare moment of stillness.
A rare moment without…
The door clicked.
Of course.
“Alexander?” Her voice floated in, sugary and careful. “The maids told me that you were here. And I figured to come and see if you needed anything.”
Seraphina.
I didn’t answer, but the faint shift of water probably told her enough. “I know that you didn’t call for me, but I still wanted to see you.”
She stepped inside. “What do you want?”
Still wearing silk. Still wearing perfume. Still wearing that practiced look that said she knew she was beautiful and expected me to
