Silver threw on his shirt in a frantic blur, pulling the fabric over his bruised chest before tearing the door open.
The moment the heavy wood swung back, a suffocating, overwhelming scent of expensive perfume flooded the room, instantly conquering the scent of iron and copper. Standing there in her absolute, predatory elegance was none other than Lady Rosateen Heart.
Silver's yellow eyes narrowed before he forced his posture into a rigid, calculated bow. "Welcome, Lady Rosateen."
"Raise your head," she commanded, her voice dripping with lazy authority.
Rosateen studied him with meticulous, piercing scrutiny. Under the chaotic smudges of his Jester makeup, Silver was no longer just an eccentric performer; he was a creature of dark, devastating beauty—someone from whom it was entirely impossible to look away.
"Wow..." The word escaped her lips involuntarily, a breathless confession of her surprise.
