The morning light bled pale through the tall windows, painting her chamber in cold gold. Seraphina lay awake long before the sun had finished rising, her body thrumming with restless memory. She could still feel him. Kael’s mouth, his hands, the storm of him pressed into every corner of her being.

She curled her fists in the sheets, nails biting into her palms. Shame burned her throat. She had let herself be devoured by the very man she had sworn to ruin. She had kissed him back. She had ...