SERAPHINA’S POV
The hotel was entirely ours for the night.
The steam-kissed air drifting from the outdoor pools, the faint notes of sandalwood and mineral water, the low hum of chatter and laughter echoing down the cedar-paneled halls—it all belonged to us.
At some point, I began to wonder if this was less about welcoming me back and more about a mini vacation for OTS.
I loved it either way.
As the party began to wind down and people began to retreat to their rooms or out into the pools and spas, I wondered what the rest of the night would hold in store for me.
I thought Lucian might ask if I wanted to stay with him.
The way his hand lingered a fraction too long on my lower back as we walked toward the elevators told me he was debating it.
His eyes, warm but restr
