Chapter 17

Seris’s POV

“I know it’s you, Seris,” he said, half-laughing, a silk-laced smirk in his tone. “Come in.”

My heart thudded as I pushed the door open. The room inside was dimly lit, lantern light pooling on the edges of a sturdy work table. I stepped across the threshold, closed the door softly behind me, and turned, caught dead in my tracks.

He stood there without a shirt, the lantern’s glow tracing every ridge of lean muscle. My breath caught in my throat. His arms—long, sinewy, corded with muscle—rested casually by his sides, supporting him as he leaned back against the edge of the table. His chest was bare and flawless, skin glowing faintly in the low light, pecs rounded and firm, every line of his abs defined beneath taut flesh. My gaze locked on the dark pink points of his nipples, small yet insistent as if they dared me to touch them. Desire roared through me in a sudden, overwhelming tide.

‘Who’s the horny one now?’ Eirwen’s voice cracked in my m