SILAS’S POV

Right above the Escape Club was my floor. It was secluded from all the ruckus down there. The music, the noise, the fights and all.

It was like a fucking sanctuary, and yet it gave me so much pleasure to hear that tiny gasp slip from Imogen’s lips when I led her to my bedroom.

Or my dungeon as I would rather call it. The only similarity between the room and a bedroom was the presence of a bed. King sized bed to be precise, with white sheets all ready to be ...