Seraphina stared at her reflection in the tall bronze mirror, fingers tracing the bruised flush on her lips. Kael’s kiss still clung to her like smoke after a fire, refusing to fade no matter how tightly she laced herself in silks and jewels.

Her hazel eyes glinted back at her, restless and burning. She despised the sight of herself like this disheveled, touched, claimed. She should have felt nothing but rage. Yet deep in the marrow of her bones, her body hummed with a dangerous craving she ...