ログインLiora’s POVFay didn’t loosen her grip, not once. Her fingers were wrapped tightly around my wrist as she pulled me forward, her pace brisk, determined, almost urgent as though if she slowed down, she might change her mind.“Fay, slow down, where are we going?” I asked, stumbling slightly as I struggled to keep up. “You wanted answers, so stop talking and look” she said without looking back. Her voice was different, stripped of the quiet patience she usually carried.The guards stepped aside as we passed, their gazes flicking briefly toward me before lowering again.We moved through parts of the estate I hadn’t seen before.This place felt different. The walls were less decorated, the air heavier.Fay finally slowed down. Her grip loosened slightly but she didn’t let go.She turned to face me.“Look around,” she said.I did and my breath caught.Dozens of women were moving through the corridors, carrying trays, scrubbing floors, their movements quick.Their clothes were simple, noth
Liora’s POVThe moment we stepped into the room, the door slammed shut behind us then a second later, I heard the heavy click of the lock.My chest tightened slightly as I turned, staring at the door like it might open again if I just looked hard enough but it painfully didn’t.“Unbelievable.”Fay’s voice snapped behind me then I turned slowly.She was already looking at me, her arms crossed, her expression no longer calm or composed like before.Now she looked angry, frustrated and something close to being afraid. “What were you thinking?” she demanded, stepping closer. “Jumping out of a window? Causing a scene in the courtyard? Do you have any idea what you’ve done?”I blinked at her, too tired for this.“I didn’t have a choice,” I said.Fay let out a short, disbelieving laugh.“No choice?” she repeated. “You always have a choice, Liora. You chose to act recklessly.”“I chose not to get attacked,” I snapped.Her expression hardened.“They wouldn’t have touched you.”“You don’t know
Kael’s POVThe morning air was cool, carrying the faint scent of dew and trimmed greenery as I stepped out into the garden dining area, the soft gravel beneath my boots crunching faintly with each step.My jaw tightened slightly as the memory of what had happened a few moments ago resurfaced.Her body pressed against the wall. Her wrists held firmly above her head, her pulse racing beneath my touch, betraying everything her stubborn mouth refused to admit.The way her breath had hitched, the way her lips had parted, just slightly, as if she didn’t even realize she was doing it and her defiant eyes had been locked on mine.A slow, deliberate exhale left me.“She plays a dangerous game,” I murmured under my breath.She had seen the hesitation in my stance, the moment I had stopped, not because I wanted to but because I had to.My fingers flexed slightly at my side.I could still feel the warmth of her skin beneath my hand, the tension in her body, the subtle tremor she tried so hard to
Liora’s POVI couldn’t breathe, not properly.Not with the way his body pressed against mine, solid, unyielding, heat seeping through the thin fabric between us like it had a will of its own.My wrists were pinned above my head, his grip firm, inescapable, his fingers wrapped tightly around them as though he expected me to fight.Maybe I would have if I could think or focus but I couldn’t.Not when his chest was so close to mine, rising and falling in slow, controlled breaths that felt so unreal. My heart raced and my skin burned where he touched me.His face hovered inches from mine, his gaze dark, intense, locked onto me like I was something he hadn’t decided whether to destroy or keep.“You’re trembling,” he said quietly.His voice was low but rough.It brushed over my skin just like his touch, slow, deliberate and dangerous.“I’m not,” I shot back, even though my voice betrayed me, softer than I intended.A faint smirk tugged at his lips.“You are.”“I’m not afraid of you.”The l
Kael’s POVI was calm, that was the first thing I noticed, not the silence of the room, not the faint flicker of light against the walls or even the lingering irritation that had followed me since morning.No, it was the calm that came when you're expectant of a pest you want to berate for being such a nuisance. I leaned back slightly in my chair, one arm resting against the carved wood, a glass of freshly poured dark wine untouched in my hand. The scent of it rose faintly, rich and sharp, but it did nothing to distract me.Nothing did, not when every thought circled back to Liora and her trouble.From the moment she stepped into my estate, from the moment she dared to defy me, I knew she would be difficult. My jaw tightened slightly.“She is becoming a problem,” I muttered under my breath.Not because she was weak, no, it was because she resisted, she disrupted my peace and she made control slip.A sharp, careful knock came at the door but I didn’t move.“Enter" I ordered. The doo
Liora’s POVI shouldn’t have come in here.That realization settled deep in my chest as I stood frozen near the door, the warmth of the bath chamber clinging to my skin like a second layer.I swallowed slowly, forcing myself to stand still despite the way my pulse hammered against my ribs.The woman with the coldest gaze shifted first as she rose from the bath.Water slipped from her skin in soft trails, catching the warm light as it traced the curves of her shoulders, her collarbone, the elegant line of her arms. The surface of the bath rippled gently around her as she stepped out, her bare feet meeting the smooth stone floor with quiet grace.My breath caught. She was… breathtaking, not in a soft way or in a warm way but in a way that felt dangerous.Her body was sculpted perfectly with long legs, a narrow waist, and strong hips that carried both grace and authority. Her breasts rose and fell with slow, controlled breaths, unhurried, unashamed, her posture straight as though she h







