Voren always woke up before Seraphine, but this time he woke up without her by his side.
The space next to him was empty, the sheets cold and rumpled where her body should have been, and for a long moment a flicker of unease stirred deep in his chest and refused to settle.
Knowing the island was private and safe, he told himself not to worry too much, yet the quiet absence still sat heavy on him as he stretched out a hand and picked up his phone from the nightstand.
The screen glowed soft in the dim morning light, a message from Elodie already waiting for him.
'Mr. Ashkael, you are already familiar with my boss now, but I still thought of informing you about the Paris Fashion Week. This happens two to three times a year, and Liah has approved the designs we should showcase. She will not be making an appearance, but your kids' nanny is here.'
