LORD REVANDREL
After returning to my bedchamber, I took another long bath.
Not to wash away the fatigue of the journey this time, but to give myself yet another chance to think beyond the madness, beyond my body’s desires, which had somehow become my decision-maker.
And no, the bath helped none. If anything, it only fueled me.
So after freshening up, I left my chamber.
I knew a walk of shame when I saw one, and tonight I was making it—that much I could admit to myself as I dragged my steps along the long route from my private quarters to the Courtesan Quarters and Lodgings.
I entered their empty, quiet hallway, the walls carrying the sound of my footfalls back to me, each echo reminding me of just how ridiculous I must look.
You would think that would stop me. That it would make me
