The confinement room was devoid of any proper furniture.
It was a dumping ground for things the servants deemed too broken to use but too valuable to throw away: a wooden table missing a leg, tattered brooms, a suitcase with a busted wheel, and stained aprons. All of it was piled haphazardly into this cramped, dusty storage shed.
Once the initial shock of Selena’s command wore off, a tidal wave of euphoria surged through Silas’s limbs.
He didn't need another word of direction. Instinct took over. Silas immediately seized the rhythm of this sudden storm, pinning Selena against the wall and kissing her with a desperate hunger. He swept through the soft recesses of her mouth, tangling his tongue with hers and sucking her breath away as if it were the only air he had ever been allowed to br
