The doors closed behind her with a soft click.
For a suspended moment, no one spoke.
The room was warm - lit by low golden lamps and the faint glow of candles. The curtains were drawn, shutting out the rest of the world. The air carried the faint scent of lavender and something faintly sweet.
And all five of them were watching her.
Lucian stood near the foot of the bed, his gaze darkening as they traced the line of her body. Raven leaned against one of the wooden shelves, his arms folded loosely but gaze intense. Arwan was seated at the edge of the mattress, his posture relaxed yet alert, as though afraid to miss even a single shift in her expression.
Kethan stood by the window, firelight dancing faintly in his eyes. And River... he stood closest to her, as if he had anticipated her arrival down to the second.
Seraphina's breath caught.
The gown suddenly felt even more revealing under their collective attention. Heat crept up her neck, across her cheeks, and down her chest.
