Jax pushed the door open.
Empty.
The room was completely empty. Just moonlight streaming through curtains, casting silver shadows across expensive furniture.
'What the hell? I definitely saw—'
Before his mind could finish the thought, arms wrapped around his chest from behind. Soft. Warm. Unmistakably feminine.
Jax's combat instincts flared. His muscles tensed, ready to deliver punishment to whoever dared—
Then he caught her features in the mirror across the room.
Silver-platinum hair cascading like liquid moonlight. Green eyes glittering with mischief. Barely visible wrinkles that somehow added elegance rather than age. And those distinctly pointed elf ears.
She wore a short white silk royal dress with gold embroidery that hugged her waist like it was painted on. A jeweled belt sparkled at her hips. High heels. A small tiara nestled in her hair.
Jax recognized her instantly.
Aeliana's grandmother.
