“Time to atone for your sins, wife.” Egan said, pulling the door open for her. 

Prim walked into the bedroom of their private cabin and gasped. She followed the trail of crushed white roses on the floor that led right up to the bed.

There was another huge bouquet of white roses pinned to the headboard in a love shape. 

She stared fascinated, wondering how the people had pinned it in place. 

The room was lit up with gold candles and smelled so good. As good as this man behind ...