Zenith smiled and let the illusion of her human disguise melt away. Blue skin emerged like the revelation of a hidden jewel.
Her true demonic form seemed to drink in the light rather than merely reflect it; every line of her body sharpened and was enhanced by that vivid otherworldly hue.
The change transformed her beauty into an even more breathtaking sight.
The other succubi stared.
For a few stunned heartbeats, even the fevered arousal in the air gave way to pure astonishment.
"I still can't believe she's truly a demon," Jaeneva said, her voice hushed with disbelief and fascination. "And the way Lady Zenith usually acts, you would never believe she can be counted among our murderous kin."
Their gazes lingered on Zenith with open wonder, drawn to the elegant cruelty and impossible grace of her demonic beauty.
Only Veyra seemed utterly uninterested.
She had eyes for nothing and no one except Elion.
