Lyssandra
I was still smiling to myself as I walked into Danika’s chambers, my steps light and perfectly measured while I replayed the look on Valtira’s face over and over in my head.
I closed the door behind me and let out a soft, satisfied sigh because Zarek was not inside, and that fact pleased me in a way that felt almost delicious.
“By the gods, Danika,” I said, my voice low and pleased as I crossed the room, “you did so well.”
She looked up at me with the bright, shaky flush of someone still riding the aftermath of something intoxicating, and the excitement in her eyes made my smile widen until it curved into something proud and slow.
I sat beside her on the bed, crossing one leg over the other and savoring the moment like a fine wine.
“He’s already leaning toward you,” I tol
