Books and shadows are her usual company, but tonight β she steps from knowledge into temptation. Her witchβs gown fits perfectly, refined and graceful, but the curve of her smile is pure mischief.
βCuriosityβ¦ such a dangerous thing,β she thinks, βyet Iβve always loved studying danger up close.β
She walks past a table, fingers tracing candle wax, eyes gleaming.
βEvery witch hides a secret spell. Mine?β She pauses, lips curling. βA mind that knows exactly how to make you beg for more.β
With that, she takes her seat β calm, alluring, and unreadable, awaiting what the night will bring.