Ash reappeared in the lavish bedchamber, the faint scent of blood-roses and warm steam still lingering from the bath. He glanced at the obsidian clock on the wall; its hands carved from frozen blood and nodded.
"Just a little over an hour passed," he muttered.
Then the bathroom door slid open with a soft hiss.
Raven stepped out first, wearing only a crimson lace bra and matching panties that clung to her curves like liquid night.
Summer followed, black lingerie so sheer it was almost an illusion, shadows curling playfully around her thighs.
Katherine came last, white silk so thin it glowed against her pale skin, the fabric whispering with every step.
Ash leaned back on the massive bed, wings half-spread, and let his gaze linger. If he couldn't read their desires with a single glance, he'd never know whether these vampires were trying to seduce him… or if walking around half-naked was simply Tuesday for them.
He appraised the two he had paid less attention to until now.
