"One drop should be more than enough to heighten his sexual desires," the merchant from the city of Calum had told her, his voice filled with absolute certainty. Vivian hadn't doubted it—not after testing it herself on one of her own servants.
I used three. That should be more than enough.
I just need to sleep with him one more time, she told herself, her inner voice breathless with urgency. She had ensured the fragrance was potent enough to make him obsessed with her—desire her, need her, and want no one else.
"Lord Zyren!" she called out sweetly, bowing her head so low it nearly touched the floor the second she was close enough. His guards parted at her approach, revealing her slim figure without fully stepping back—offering no true distance, no true welcome.
"I apologize for abruptly stopping you," she added, lowering into a curtsy with exaggerated grace, the silk of her coat brushing the stone floor.
