Adela chose a silk chemise of the deepest black, knowing Egon's preference for this hue on her – she paced her chambers with restless anticipation, awaiting her husband's return after escorting Noctavian once more to the throne room.
A silent plea echoed in her mind: Please, let this work…
This marked an unprecedented level of nervousness for her. The desire for a complete vampiric transformation spread beneath her skin like an unreachable itch, compelling her to hasten the process.
But could she truly seduce her husband in the same way he consistently managed to seduce her?
