Bab 238: MATED TO GENERAL CECILE

The night air was cool against my skin, a soothing contrast to the fiery chaos of the past moments. As I stood beside General Cecile, the familiar tingle of her magical presence wrapped around me like a comforting shroud. I could feel the subtle hum of her enchantments as our naked bodies pressed against each other.

I reached out, fingers grazing the back of her hand. The touch was electrifying, sending a shiver through my immortal veins. She turned to me, her gaze soft but intense, as if she could see through every shadow and hidden corner of my soul.

"You've got that look again," she said, her voice a low murmur that sent a ripple of warmth through me despite the chill of the night. There was an underlying amusement in her tone, a playful acknowledgment of the shared understanding that only we could have.

I smirked, though it was more a reflex than a genuine expression. "What look is that?"