In the secluded Voss family medic room, the air was thick with tension and unspoken desire. The luxurious chamber remained quiet except for the soft sounds of breathing and the distant roar of the colosseum crowd waiting for the final duel.
Elarion Voss leaned over his twin sister, Elara, who lay on the wide, silk-draped bed. Her white hair fanned out across the pillow like liquid moonlight, bandages still wrapped around her midriff and shoulders from the brutal fight.
They were already deep in a passionate embrace.
