CENTURIES AGO…
LADY BAEVERA
“Let us do it tonight,” Thorian, my boyfriend, whispered into my ear, grinding his erection against my lower belly as he pinned me to the wall. “My parents are on a journey, the maids are off tonight, so we will have the house to ourselves.”
Then he kissed me.
I moaned into his mouth, rocking my hips back in answer. “You know I want to, Thorian. But I do not think my father will let me out tonight.”
“Tell him you are going to the festival. Or better yet, just sneak out.” He caressed my back, sending goosebumps down my spine.
A loud clang cut us apart.
I whipped my head toward the sound and saw Evan, my clumsy stepbrother, trembling just beyond the doorway. A shattered flower vase lay at his feet. His eyes were red and wet, his cheeks blotchy and streake
