Maya’s Point of View
Nightfall had arrived, and with it came the final stage of my plan.
I stood in front of my mirror, staring at the woman reflected back at me. A woman dressed to kill—literally.
The dress I had chosen was black, silk-like liquid against my skin, hugging every curve in a way that screamed temptation. The plunging neckline barely covered my chest, and the high slit exposed a sinful amount of leg. Underneath, I wore nothing. Not a scrap of fabric. Just as he had requested.
The fool.
I reached for my most expensive perfume, the one that made men weak in the knees, and dabbed it along my pulse points—my neck, my wrists, the valley of my breasts. The intoxicating scent filled the room, wrapping around me like a seductive spell.
One special thing about this perfume was that it didn’t just make men weak in the knees, it concealed my scent entirely.
A rare, potent blend crafted from moonshade flowers and wolfsbane, designed to seal the wearer's natural smell. No wolf, no m
