The moment Callista finished speaking, the atmosphere in the chamber subtly changed.
There was a deliberate ambiguity in her tone, one that Zion understood immediately.
He looked at her for a moment, then glanced toward the bed.
Even after living two lifetimes, he was not ignorant of what newlyweds were normally expected to do on their wedding night. He simply had no intention of rushing into something neither of them had discussed.
Callista, meanwhile, seemed perfectly relaxed.
She rested comfortably in her wheelchair beside the bed, a faint smile playing at the corner of her lips.
"It's getting late," Zion said after a moment. "We should rest."
"Yes," Callista agreed.
Her answer was calm, but the slight curve of her lips made Zion suspicious.
"A proper rest tonight is certainly important."
She deliberately emphasized the last few words.
Zion's eyes narrowed.
'She's doing this on purpose.'
