The limo glides to a smooth halt beneath the glass awning of the Spireline Hotel's private entrance. The driver steps out wordlessly and opens the door.
Vaela emerges in a blur of silk and satisfaction.
The night air feels warm against her skin, her body still tingling with the echoes of tantalising touch and the thrill of triumph. She takes a breath and adjusts her gown's hem… as if it mattered anymore. Her heels click gently on the polished tile as she enters the lobby, the smile on her lips impossible to erase.
The entire evening had gone exactly as planned.
Thalos is hers. The six glowing hearts over his said as much. And best of all? He doesn't even realize the depth of his devotion yet. He just knows he wants her, trusts her, craves for her, and worships her brilliance.
She smirks as she steps into the elevator. The doors slide closed with a gentle hiss.
