SERAPHINA’S POV
The hotel was entirely ours for the night.
The steam-kissed air drifting from the outdoor pools, the faint notes of sandalwood and mineral water, the low hum of chatter and laughter echoing down the cedar-paneled halls—it all belonged to us.
At some point, I began to wonder if this was less about welcoming me back and more about a mini vacation for OTS.
I loved it either way.
As the party began to wind down and people began to retreat to their rooms or out into the pools and spas, I wondered what the rest of the night would hold in store for me.
I thought Lucian might ask if I wanted to stay with him.
The way his hand lingered a fraction too long on my lower back as we walked toward the elevators told me he was debating it.
His eyes, warm but restrained, flicked toward me more than once, like he wanted to speak but was waiting for the right moment.
