"Your Majesty, people usually knock before they enter a room, not after," Silver drawled, his voice instantly recapturing its fluid, mocking light as he stepped back just an inch. "What if we had been in a position far worse than a mere kiss?"
"Hmm... do you two actually go that far?" Ravina countered, her eyes scanning the lingering steam with an unbothered, clinical indifference.
Evangeline didn't lower her guard, nor did she flinch. With absolute, icy composure, her hands remained looped securely around Silver's neck, refusing to let the intrusion break her dominant posture.
"Do you truly wish to see?" Evangeline murmured, her dark eyes locking onto Ravina's. "You just ruined our kiss. And now, I feel cold again."
Ravina fell silent for a moment, her gaze dropping to the heavy fabric of the gown Evangeline was clutching against her form. A cold, sharp gravity settled over her features.
"I am not alone," Ravina spoke flatly.
"Huh?" Evangeline's brow furrowed.
