Evie Stanton

Thane seemed distracted for the remaining duration of dinner. Part of me was happy he wasn’t asking any more questions. The rum had loosed my inhibitions, and I shared more than I wanted to.

I felt thankful he conceded, giving me some privacy to get dressed for bed. I undid the sash around my waist, dropping the crimson fabric against the headboard.

“…you would’ve found yourself in my cabin, cuffed to my headboard under ...