Thorn sat at the table alone. The room was quiet, just like he liked it. Unnecessary small talk always irritated him. It was one of the few benefits of being in prison; he didn't have to hold pointless conversations with the people his parents wanted to impress. Before he could think too much about the ongoings at the castle, a sound caught his attention. He knew what it was before her scent reached him.
Moans and whimpers of pleasure drifted through the walls of Win's cell. He wanted to be more surprised that Kris was engaging with him, but he wasn't. Apparently, Win's good looks outweighed his craziness. Thorn knew the scientist's unique features were attention-grabbing. Add the spark of brilliance and the allure of his madness, Win was a decadent temptation for any woman. On the other
