Sera's POV
My face burned with a sudden, scorching heat the moment Olivia walked away. Catching us like that—wrapped up in each other, breathless and desperate—had my cheeks flushed crimson, and my lips were still tingling from the intensity of his kiss.
As her footsteps faded down the hallway, my curiosity got the better of me. I looked over at the heavy leather-bound volume sitting on the dresser. Looking up into Gideon’s dark, tender eyes, I pointed a finger toward it. "Can I?"
He offered a soft, reassuring nod, his grip on my waist loosening gently to let me slip away.
I crossed the room and picked up the volume. It was clearly an ancient book, its weathered leather cover smelling of dust and dried herbs, the inner pages filled with elegant, faded handwriting. A thin crimson ribbo
