Mikhailis swallowed hard, his mind racing as he tried to process what he was seeing. He opened his mouth to say something, but no words came out. He was at a loss, caught between disbelief and something else—something he didn't want to name.
Serelith's smile widened, her eyes never leaving his as she continued, her voice a soft whisper. "Care to join me, Your Highness?"
Mikhailis blinked rapidly, trying to regain his composure. This couldn't be real—he must still be half-asleep or having some weird dream. He took a step back, finally finding his voice.
"What the hell is happening, Rodion?" he muttered, barely audible.
"Rodion, stop!" Mikhailis hissed under his breath, his face growing hotter with every detail. But Rodion wasn't done yet.