Two Days Later - Draven's Private Quarters
"You're certain about this?" Elise asked quietly.
She stood near the window, wearing a silk robe. Underneath—nothing. Draven could see the outline of her body. The heavy swell of her breasts. Still producing. Always producing.
Seraphina sat on the bed. Also in a robe. Silver-white hair cascading over her shoulders. Ice-blue eyes bright with anticipation and nervousness.
"I'm certain," Draven said. "You both agreed."
"I know," Elise said. "But this is... new. I've never shared you before."
"Neither have I," Seraphina added. She looked at Elise. "And definitely not with... someone like you."
Someone like you. Meaning older. Meaning his mother, though Seraphina didn't know that part.
Elise smiled. Nervous but genuine. "I suppose we should establish some ground rules."
"No rules," Draven said. "Just trust."
Both women looked at him.
