The storm still howled, but Triss no longer cared. The velvet cloak had fallen to the floor, her body glowing with the heat of magic and desire.
Every strike of lightning revealed more — the curve of her hips, the fire dancing across her skin, the way she leaned closer as if daring the storm itself to touch her.
She wasn’t hiding anymore. She was the storm — and you were already caught in it. 🌩️🔥