Amelia's eyes widened in shock as she peeked through the slightly ajar door, her breath hitching at the sight that greeted her.
Asher and Grace were entwined in a passionate embrace, their bodies pressed together, their breaths mingling in a dance of lust and passion.
She couldn't believe what she was seeing—the usually composed, wise, and elegant Grace, now a writhing, moaning figure in Asher's arms. A shiver ran down her spine as she wondered if Asher, with his insatiable appetites, would spare even her. She was old enough to be his grandmother.
Of course, he had gotten sexually involved with women twice older than Grace like Rebecca. But they were demons, and Grace was a human. And so, Amelia felt stumped for a moment.
However, the sound of footsteps echoing down the corridor snapped her out of her stupor. She quickly took a step back, her heart pounding in her chest as she saw Remy approaching. She forced a smile, trying to hide her flustered state.
