Rafael cautiously followed Moraine into her inner chamber and as he did, his eyes scanned through the room for any signs of danger. He still held his captain's words in his mind about being lured into a trap even though Moraine was an acquaintance.
His instincts immediately told him to be on guard, sensing that there was more to this encounter than meets the eye.
As he surveyed the space, he noted the absence of a chair, his suspicions deepening. Instead, the room housed only a large, inviting bed adorned with red linens, beckoning him closer.
"Sit," Moraine purred and gracefully made her way to a nearby stool, where a bottle of wine awaited her. Pouring two cups, she handed one to Rafael and retained the cup in her hand, forcing Rafael to look up to her.
She took a sip from her cup an
