Aspen
“You should eat Aspen.” Thane’s eye crinkled at the edges as he reclined back in the centre of my bed. He had escorted me back inside and to my room like a old fashioned gentleman, forgetting it seemed that he had just f****d me hard in the garden for anyone and everyone to see. He hadn’t been gentle but then I hadn’t asked him to be.
“I’m not hungry.” I lied, my fingers skimming over the plate of delicate pastries that had been left on my sideboard. It was one of their favourite things to feed me. ultra-sweet and sticky food that would make me pile on the weight, or at least it would if they weren’t sucking me almost dry every night. Pastries and fresh fruit. Anyone would think the Masters of the city had a sweet tooth.
I was hungry. Ravenous in fact but I wanted something
