Morning light cut through the half-drawn blinds of Vincent's study, laying sharp gold bars across the wide oak desk and the dark rug beneath it. Raven stood near the tall window, arms crossed loosely over her chest, the loose black shirt she'd pulled on after her shower brushing the tops of her bare thighs. The fabric still carried the faint scent of him. Cool air from the vent kissed her legs. She didn't shiver.
Vincent sat behind the desk, white sleeves rolled to his elbows, one hand resting on a closed folder. His posture was relaxed, but his eyes tracked every small shift in her weight. Sebastian — Serpent — leaned against the built-in bookshelf, tall frame coiled like the name he carried. Dark hair fell across one eye. A slim tablet rested in his long fingers.
Raven spoke first, voice low and even.
