Seraphyne staggered three steps back.
Three steps.
Not because she needed them to keep her balance… but because, for the first time since becoming the host of Chaos, something inside her faltered.
A white crack in her torso.
Vapor escaping.
Chaos reacting with a delay.
She touched her own chest, staring at her fingers stained with white mist.
Her smile—so proud, so erotic, so triumphant—wavered.
Just a second.
But it was enough.
Kael walked toward her with the same calmness with which one approaches a wounded animal, without haste to finish the job because he already knows the beast won't escape.
Seraphyne opened her mouth—perhaps for a threat, perhaps for a disturbed laugh—but she didn't have time.
Kael's voice cut through the air first.
Cold.
Low.
Emotionless.
And yet, sharp as a blade at the throat.
"Shut up."
Seraphyne blinked, confused for a moment—as if she truly hadn't understood.
