She turned slightly, gesturing with her hand. Her voice trembled, but only just.
"Then… allow me to lead you, sir. Somewhere you can experience it… in a more comfortable position."
Deus rose from his seat, slow and fluid. And followed.
Walking to the room, Deus caught a faint scent in the air. Strawberry.
The fragrance was light, and unmistakably feminine. The room was dimly lit, with a pale-blue glow seeping through the translucent curtains. A vanity near the corner bore neatly arranged hairpins and folded handkerchiefs. The bed was large, with silky sheets that shimmered faintly like frost under moonlight. There was no doubt—this was her room.
Ivana walked ahead but not too far, her posture stiff yet determined. Her heart was pounding.
Each step echoed louder in her chest than on the floor.
