Caspian knew something was different the moment Felicia walked in. She moved with the same fluid grace, the same effortless confidence. But tonight, there was an edge to it. Sharper. More deliberate.
She wasn’t just playing anymore. She was hunting.
Felicia let her coat slip from her shoulders, letting the silk pool at her feet before stepping forward, her smile too slow, too knowing.
“You look tense,” she murmured, tilting her head as she trailed a single finger down his chest. “Rough day?”
Caspian smirked, catching her wrist before she could go further. “Nothing I can’t handle.”
Felicia’s gaze flickered to where he held her, then back to his face. She didn’t pull away. She liked this. Liked the push and pull. Liked testing his limits. And tonight, she was pushing harder.
Caspian re
