Chapter 44
Seraphina stepped out moments later, dressed in new dry robes but wrecked.The heat in her body hadn't faded. Not even a little.
And the moment her gaze landed on Rhydian—everything got worse. Because he was still bare.
Not just shirtless. Not just casually exposed.
But sprawled against the headboard, half-covered in nothing but a sheet that hung scandalously low on his hips.
His body was pure temptation—broad, carved, golden skin kissed by the dim light. Every muscle was defined, from the tight lines of his stomach to the powerful curve of his shoulders. A man built for destruction. A man built to ruin her.
Her fingers twitched.
She clenched them into fists and tore her eyes away, forcing herself to move.
The small table. The food. Focus.
She reached for a piece of fruit, gripping it too tightly, but her hands were trembling.
This was fine. This was nothing.
