Edmund's heart raced as he rushed into the room, fear and anxiety gnawing at his insides. He braced himself for the worst, only to have his breath catch in his throat at the sight before him. Sabina sat at a table, a look of annoyance etched across her features as she diligently wiped some peculiar liquid from her feet.
"I told you not to disturb me, Edmund," she chastised, her voice calm but sharp with annoyance, "If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have spilled this blasted potion on my feet."
Edmund's winced, though his emotions mingled with his relief as he apologized with a shaky smile, "I'm sorry, sister. I was just worried when I heard you cry out."
He studied her, noting the glistening sheen of perspiration that clung to her pale, flawless skin, making her look even more alluring and seductive.
He had never seen her look this tempting and once again realized how it was a good thing she was his fiance. There couldn't be a woman more perfect than her.
