Strax's room was a silent contrast to the rest of the mansion.
There, the stone walls were covered in dark fabrics, thick enough to muffle sounds and thoughts. The light came from a few soft, magical lanterns, casting long shadows across the floor. There was something about that space that wasn't just comfort—it was refuge.
Strax entered first, releasing the breath he seemed to have been holding since the office.
He barely had time to close the door.
The instant Samira crossed the threshold, she grabbed him by the collar with unexpected force and pushed him against the wall. The impact was dry, but not aggressive—it was charged with urgency.
Before he could say anything, she kissed him.
It wasn't gentle.
It was intense, almost desperate, like someone who had been holding it in for too long. There was frustration there. Exhaustion. Need.
Strax stood motionless for a second, surprised—then he responded, holding her shoulders to steady her, feeling how tense she was.
