Alexander:
Paperwork rarely irritated me.
People did.
Especially today.
The border expansions, the rogue patterns, the spikes in pack attacks, everything demanded attention. Focus. Precision. My thoughts were already pulled in too many directions, and the last thing I needed was…
Soft hands slid across my shoulders.
I didn’t tense.
I didn’t flinch.
I simply stopped writing.
And for a second, I had to remind myself not to push her away… at least, not physically…
Seraphina.
Her perfume, sweet, sharp, unmistakably intentional, seeped around me as her fingers began to knead the muscles at my neck.
“I thought you could use a break,” she whispered, leaning in close enough that her breath warmed my cheek. “I know that you didn’t call for me… but you’ve been in here for hours. I though
