PARTHE.
No matter what happens, I don't think I want Luxuria to die in the dungeon. It's been a week now, and she still languished in that cold, suffocating darkness.
I had sent the maids to retrieve her—ordered them to bathe her, cleanse her of the grime and damp. She was to be brought to my chamber. There are rules she must follow if she seeks to survive peacefully here in my pack, under my protection.
The heavy oak doors to my chamber creaked open, and I turned, expecting Luxuria.
But it was Shikta.
I stiffened. She wasn't who I was meant to see tonight.
She strode in with a practiced grace, her figure draped in fabric that clung to her curves, deliberately dressed to steal my attention.
Her lips were painted dark, matching the lustrous black silk that clung to her... Just as I
