Serenya
I could barely breathe as I stood outside Kaelith’s private office door.
The corridor was quiet. Too quiet. The house felt asleep, shadows stretching long beneath the dim sconces. My heart pounded so loud in my chest I feared it would echo against the marble floors.
This is stupid. This is insane.
My palms felt damp as I reached for the ornate brass doorknob. It turned with a soft click, the weight of the polished oak door nearly buckling my wrist as I pushed it open just enough to slip inside.
The office smelled of him. Dark musk cologne, fresh paper, clean wood polish. A scent so distinctly Kaelith it made my chest twist in confusion and shame.
I swallowed thickly, closing the door behind me with painstaking care before turning to face the room. His massive mahogany desk sa
