Jack led Lady Starfell through the manor's entrance, his hand still resting possessively on her waist.
Zephyros's blessing amplified every sensation until his awareness of her curves, her warmth, her scent became almost overwhelming.
The transformation had altered more than just his eyes and power; it had awakened something profound inside of him, something that enjoyed the hunt, the manipulation, the moment before the trap snapped shut.
Lady Starfell melted against his side, her petite frame fitting perfectly as they moved through the hallways. Her amber eyes sparkled with triumph behind false demureness.
She thought she was winning. Though her beauty and curves had ensnared the young duke's heir.
She had no idea what was coming.
