~Amolet

　　I've decided that I don't think I like Sinful.

　　After the hot springs, Sinful transported us all back to his estate for the night. The moment my feet touched the ground, I was dressed in appropriate clothing again, and right before I could say anything to Sinful, he wished us a good night, and vanished into thin air.

　　Now, I sit at the edge of a guest bed that I'm confident I will not be getting much sleep in tonight, not with Sinful lurking about. Cian stands in the doorway, the backlight from the hallway casting deep shadows across his masterful cheekbones and graceful jawline. I'm not sure I...