Sera smiled as she looked up at Adam.
It was small and contained, it barely a change in the line of her mouth, but it carried weight of a woman who knew exactly what was going to happen next.
It wasn't warm or amused.
It was the smile that appeared when something finally aligned the way it was always meant to. Or when shit hit the fan. It really depended on which side of the smile you were experiencing.
The cold metal restraints held her flat against the table, her arms were extended to her sides, and wrists cradled in molded metal that adjusted itself with soft mechanical precision. She was a sacrifice on a cross, and even she could appreciate that irony.
After all, Adam was the first man… the original sin… and she was going to stop him.
She shifted slightly, the surface beneath her was cold, but the temperature no longer registered the way it once had. Her body had learned to filter sensation—sort what mattered from what did not.
