Quinlan slowly turned his head, expecting—no, knowing—what he'd see next.
Serika.
Unlike the others, she had only recently crossed into this world, and more so than that, she didn't leave to go on a buying spree like the other girls. She hadn't had the chance to prepare extravagant outfits or join in on the months of scheming the others had undertaken.
Naturally, he expected her to still be in her warrior attire.
He was wrong.
Dead wrong.
Because the moment his gaze landed on her… he saw not the proud, battle-hardened warrior in Zhenwu garb, but a masterpiece of fiery elegance that still screamed Serika Vael in every stitch.