THIRD PERSON'S POINT OF VIEW The door made a soft click as it swung open no creak, just the quiet sound of metal against wood. Sera froze, her breath catching in her throat. Not a stitch of fabric covered her body; her hands were pressed tight against her chest and hips, fingers curling into her own skin. For days she'd put off tending to the fine, dark curls that grew between her legs, and now the thought of anyone seeing them made her stomach clench. "Who's there?" she called, her voice sharper than she'd intended. When silence answered, she tried again, softer this time: "H Hello? L Lucian? Is that you?" The air in the room felt still, heavy. I can't stay like this forever, she muttered, letting her shoulders sag. Maybe it was just the wind she'd felt drafts before, pushing at doors and curtains. Lucian had left earlier, and no one else would dare walk into her room unannounced. Lola Cathy would have called out the mo
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