SERAPHINA'S POV
I lay down beside him, the disgusting old man. I whispered the words like a curse under my breath. Sleep did not come easily. Too many thoughts tormented me — my father's shadow, Lucas's grip, and then… Ivy.
Just as her name left my lips, the shadows of darkness pulled me under.
I was lying on the bed in our hidden apartment. Through the open bathroom door, steam curled like silk.
Ivy stood under the shower, water gliding down her naked body in slow, shining trails. Her full breasts were heavy, nipples stiff and dark from the heat. She turned toward the glass, eyes locking onto mine with a soft, seductive smile.
"Seraphina…" she breathed, voice low and sweet. "I know you're watching me."
She pressed her breasts gently against the foggy glass, her wet nipples traced slow circles on the surface as water streamed between them.
