Chapter Fifteen

Kayana was sitting at her vanity table when a tentative knock sounded at the door. She remained silent for some moments, continuing to brush through her glossy hair, eventually pinning it into place with a pearl-encrusted clip. Still, she didn't admit the one behind the door, knowing who it was.

Let him worry. The heightened anxiety always worked in her favour.

She was dressed only in a thin negligee despite having risen some hours earlier. The thin silk and lace concealed nothing and her skin reflected through the pastel grey tones.

She hesitated as she reached for the handle and wisely decided to pull an ornate robe over the top. It was best not to give too much to start with.

Demetrius's eyes widened as she opened the door before dropping with lightning swiftness to the dusty floor. Even then he could still see the outline of her pale curves in his mind.