Sherelle’s POV
Everything is complete.
Every piece, every carefully laid trap, every whisper of deceit I had planted over the many, many months—it had all led to this moment.
Waiting. Watching. Scheming.
And now, finally, Kamrynn was walking straight into my hands.
A slow, satisfied smile curled across my lips as I turned toward the luxurious couch in the center of the dimly lit room.
Lorien lounged there, his long silken red hair cascading in a braid that draped lazily over the edge of the seat, pooling onto the black marble floor.
His beauty was otherworldly, his features so ethereal it was almost haunting. Sharp cheekbones, a perfectly sculpted jaw, and lips that always seemed to carry the ghost of an amused smirk. His skin was pale, flawless, a stark contrast to the deep crimson
