Seraphina stepped fully into view, and Liam's eyes narrowed slightly—not out of desire, but sheer disbelief.
She wore a thin, dark emerald robe that shimmered like midnight glass, slit high on both legs, barely tied at the waist with black silk. Beneath it, hints of lacy black lingered, delicate and dangerously intentional. Her bare shoulders glistened under the dim chandelier light, and the curve of her neck begged attention.
Liam raised a brow. "Is this what you plan to wear while training me?"
Seraphina's laugh was rich and wicked, like velvet dipped in honey. She tilted her head. "Darling… that was the training."
He blinked.
"You made it to my chamber, undetected, in fifteen minutes. Used dark magic, evaded guards, tracked my myst… I didn't need to lift a finger." She stepped closer, her hips swaying with every word. "If I hadn't given you this little… incentive, you would've kept locking your shadow away. Kept burying it under all that fire and grit."
