The silence that followed the kiss was heavy, electric, and terrifying. Seraphina pushed Kaelen away, her hands flat against the cold tactical material of his vest. The heat of their shared desire did nothing to extinguish the chill of The Obsidian Throne’s blue light reflecting in her eyes.
“You said no more secrets,” Seraphina stated, her voice trembling but steadying into the cold executive tone Kaelen knew so well. “You built this entire system of digital warfare and you hid it under the guise of my corporate marriage. The man I loved was Elias Thorne, the King of the Dark, running a global kill market. I need answers now, not another physical evasion.”
Kaelen understood the necessity of her command. He was Thorne, the operative, but h
