"What did you expect to find? Tamsin cleaning his shoes?" Cyan barks in my head as I'm still struggling to grasp the sight in front of me.
I've been trailing them for a couple minutes now, wondering where Lior was taking her when he seductively pulled her away from the kitchens.
Cyan had already told me the outcome of the chase from the very moment they began heading down the halls and taking paths that lead to the utility level.
"They're going to catch a few orgasms," he'd said. But I wanted to give it a benefit if doubt.
You know, you can't conclude until you see it for sure.
Well, now I see them.
Down the hallway near the south wing—where the light always falls like molten gold across the walls—there they are.
Tamsin and Lior, tucked into the shadows like they belong there. Like
