*Kiona*

I have gone through my day in a haze, my well-sated body continuing to thrum, my mind constantly drifting to thoughts of Castor and the manner in which he had made me feel loved, cherished, and desired. Until he had snatched it all away with the brutal truth.

When Isadora had called on me and we had enjoyed tea in the garden, I had almost confessed: ‘I made the mistake of falling madly in love with your brother’.

When Willow had invited me for a stroll through the park, I had almost confided: ‘You were right. A woman should be wicked at least once in her life’. But she...