Chapter 81: All Seraphielle Wants Is A Taste Of Elyn
Elyn's POV
I shuddered.
It wasn't subtle. It wasn't graceful. It was the kind of full-body shiver that started at the base of my spine and crawled up my neck, like something cold and unwelcome had just breathed down it.
"I—" I cleared my throat, hating that my voice came out thinner than usual. "What do you mean by that?"
Seraphielle's smile widened, slow and deliberate, like she had all the time in the world and intended to use it to make me uncomfortable. And she was succeeding.
"You know what I mean," she said softly.
Her voice wrapped around the words like silk soaked in honey. Sticky, sweet, and dangerous all at once.
I didn't respond immediately, mostly because my brain was still scrambling to catch up with the sheer audacity of her presence. She hadn't been invited. She hadn't announced herself. She had simply… appeared. And now she was standing in the office like she owned the space, like I was the one intruding.
