Chapter 49: Embers of Desire

The party concluded with a grand flourish, the music softening as the last dance ended. The guests exchanged bows and curtsies with their partners as polite smiles masked their exhaustion from the long evening. Lyra, who had skillfully avoided being seen by Rian and Genevieve all night, stumbled slightly as she turned toward Alaric.

“Alaric,” she whispered, gripping his arm for balance. Her breath smelled faintly of wine, and her cheeks were flushed from the drink. “I think I’ve had too much. Can you see me to my chambers?”

Alaric chuckled softly, steadying her with his arm. “You’re a lightweight, Lyra. Of course, I’ll take you.”