Cassian's POV
While Alphonso attended to Mount Cara, I sought an avenue to satisfy my cravings. At dark, I stole out of my lonely chambers to the whorehouse just outside the castle walls, donned in a hooded fur coat. Taking the east wing through the frosty rocky lane, I humped down to the buzzling house.
The snow was heavy that night, determined to bury any object in sight. There was hardly any sign of life loitering the night. At a time as this, hot soup was the best and first choice, while others opted for a blazing release.
Those others is where I fall.
Rhoda. I'd never desired someone this much; not even Olive. There's something about this w***e Olive was lacking in. I can't place a claw on it now, but I'm about to find out.
I approached the door to the storey, adjusting the hood
