The Luminaris estate's private dining room was a masterpiece of calculated seduction. Candles flickered from crystal holders, casting warm light that softened harsh edges and created intimate shadows.
The table was set for two with silver that caught the light like stars, fine china that cost more than most people's homes, and wine that had been aging in cellars since before Grim was born.
Mira had chosen the setting with the same precision she applied to everything else. Beautiful enough to enchant, private enough for secrets, and controlled enough to make her the dominant presence.
She stood beside the window overlooking the estate's gardens, her silhouette outlined against the sunset like something painted by a master artist.
Tonight's dress was deep crimson silk that hugged every curve while maintaining the illusion of modesty. Her chestnut brown hair fell in loose waves over bare shoulders, and the subtle makeup enhanced features that needed no enhancement.
