As the portal closed, the last shimmering light fading into the air, Luviyah stood frozen for a moment. Her fingers hovered near her lips, where the warmth of the kiss still lingered. She stared at the spot where I had vanished, her heart racing faster than she could explain.
The emotions surging through her were strange, unfamiliar. There was an undeniable connection, an undeniable need to be near me, but it was more than that. Something had shifted within her, something that had been stirring since the first moment we'd met again. A feeling of longing, of desire... and, to her surprise, a sense of possessiveness.
Her breath caught in her throat as her thoughts turned stormy. What is happening to me?
One of her attendants, a sharp-eyed elven woman named Lyra, stood nearby, quietly watching. She noticed Luviyah's flushed cheeks and the slight tremble in her movements.
