On the other side of Myrta, inside Selena's office, the morning light filtered through the repaired windows, casting long shadows across the wooden floor. A servant stood quietly behind Selena's chair, pouring hot tea into three cups. Steam curled upward, carrying the faint scent of herbs.
Selena sat behind her desk, her remaining hand resting on the armrest. Her expression was calm, but her eyes moved between the two women seated across from her.
Lilith sat with her arms crossed under her chest, the posture pushing up the fabric of her dress and emphasizing the curve of her medium bust. Her crimson eyes gleamed with their usual amusement. She looked completely at ease, as if she owned the room.
Isolde sat beside her, posture straight and proper, though her fingers tapped once against her knee. She didn't touch her tea.
Selena broke the silence first.
"I assume you're both here because of Adam."
Lilith's lips curled into a faint smile.
