Eve's POV
Seraphine's chambers were nothing like Eve had imagined.
She'd expected something cold. Formal. The kind of space that communicated power through deliberate intimidation.....dark stone, high ceilings, furniture chosen to make visitors feel small.
Instead it was warm. Books everywhere, stacked on every available surface. A fire going despite the hour. Two chairs angled toward it that had clearly been sat in many times by someone who actually lived in this space.
Seraphine was standing at the window when they were shown in.
She turned when she heard them enter.
Her eyes went to Raphael first....a brief acknowledgment, something passing between them that Eve filed away.....and then to Eve.
She looked at her for a long moment.
Not assessing exactly. Something else. Something that moved across her face before she controlled it.
