Chapter 70
Evening. Somewhere in the Philine.
Moonlight spilled across the hotel room, painting the silk sheets in silver and shadow like slow curls of cigarette smoke.
Zaren Wov sat on the edge of the bed, his tailored shirt half-buttoned, blonde hair slightly disheveled. The muscles along his back were tense, coiled like a spring that refused to release.
Resting against his thigh was the head of a woman who was very clearly not his wife.
The blanket barely covered her. Bare skin caught the moonlight, smooth and warm against him.
"Your son keeps challenging me," she murmured lazily.
Her voice carried the same smoky amusement it always had.
"Every formula I write on the board, he watches me like he's trying to solve a riddle."
Zaren chuckled softly.
"That's Zatariel."
His fingers brushed absentmindedly through her hair.
"He can't resist an impossible puzzle."
She smirked and traced idle circles against his leg.
"He's smitten," she teased.
A pause.
"With mathematics, of course."
Another pause.
"Or maybe with the mystery of his new teacher."
Zaren leaned down and kissed her.
Hard. Almost punishing.
When he pulled back, his voice dropped into a hushed warning.
"Don't tease me, Lia."
She only smiled wider.
"But he is your son," she whispered. "You both seem to have the same taste."
His jaw tightened.
"You're too good at what you do," he murmured. "It makes me jealous."
Lia pushed herself upright and swung a leg over his lap, settling comfortably against him. One eyebrow lifted.
"Save your jealousy for your wife, Ren."
Her nose brushed lightly against his.
"A man who cannot lie... and yet here you are."
Her voice softened into something dangerous.
"Lying to your marriage."
Her fingers slid along his collar.
"Coveting a woman who isn't yours."
Zaren pulled her into another kiss.
Hungry. Rough.
Like something inside him had cracked open.
When they parted, she studied his face with quiet amusement.
"Still addicted to me?"
His answer came out hoarse.
"You're the habit I can't quit."
Lia's expression shifted instantly—playful warmth fading into professional calm.
"Then listen carefully," she said. "Here's my report."
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