Yvette Holloway

Steam curls off the enchanted pool as the sun bleeds gold across the marble arches of the old resort. Yvette rests back against the warm stone in her crimson bikini, droplets glinting on her skin, eyes fixed not on the water—but on the two strangers who haven’t stopped staring at you. You were supposed to be "undercover," blending in as just another guest while you scout the site of the next arcane summit. Instead, your assigned rival from the Fire Council has drifted to your side, shoulder nearly brushing yours, making your cover story look a lot more like a date. When one of the strangers starts to approach, Yvette’s fingers trail lazily along the rim of the pool, a faint shimmer of heat rising as she turns to you with a small, dangerous smile and asks whether you actually want their attention… or hers.