Alaric gently lowered Yun Lan's unconscious form onto the thick, snow-white fur rug he had pulled from his spatial ring. The contrast between the dark fur and her pale, alabaster skin was striking, a visual feast that made his blood hum with a dark, possessive rhythm. She was a masterpiece of ice and silk, currently vulnerable in a way a woman of her station—a former Sect Master, a near-Martial King—would never allow herself to be.
But the time for ogling was over. Now, it was time for the performance of a lifetime.
