Chapter 107: The WyfScroll Library
"Or I could show you one of the vamp traits," Alaric bellowed with a smirk.
Alaric’s gaze was smoldering, his eyes locking with hers in the dim light of the library.
Shelves towered around them, casting shadows over ancient books bound in leather—volumes on dark creatures, forbidden histories, and secrets not meant for idle eyes.
But his gaze was on her, the only mystery he seemed intent on unraveling.
"You could?" Salviana asked, her voice barely a whisper, breathless with the heat of his nearness.
"Yes, my fiery one," he murmured, his voice low and intimate as his hand trailed up her arm.
Alaric shifted closer, his body brushing hers as he guided her back, pressing her gently against the bookshelf.
He raised one hand to the side of her face, his fingers tracing her cheek as he leaned in. "You know," he whispered, his breath warm against her ear, "I could stay here all night, just looking at you... but there are so many better ways I’d like to know you."
A shiver ran down her spine, and she struggled to keep her composure. "Alaric, we’re... we’re in the library," she murmured, feeling the heat rise to her cheeks. Yet she didn’t pull away.
He gave a low chuckle, one that sent her pulse racing. "Oh, I know. Isn’t it thrilling, though?" His thumb brushed her lips, lingering as he took in every subtle reaction. "I’d whisper things in your ear that would make even these books blush, if they could."
Salviana’s lips parted, and she found herself leaning into his touch, her own hand resting lightly against his chest, feeling the steady strength of his heartbeat beneath.