Zora’s POV
The library fell into silence as the lady, whom Lucian had been conversing with, rose to her feet with an effortless grace that seemed almost like a dance. Her every step was a graceful ballet of seduction, and her perfume, lingered in the air like a that refused to dissipate. I couldn’t help but feel a peculiar fascination with the hidden, sensual promise interwoven into her every move. It was as though the very atmosphere held its breath in anticipation. She was beautiful and charismatic in a way that I might never be.
Lucian, his dark eyes never leaving mine, followed the lady’s retreat. His gaze was unwavering, betraying little of his thoughts. There was a magnetic quality to his presence, one that both intrigued and unnerved me.
“I do hope you’ll pay me another visit soo
