Chapter Fifteen
I see the black haired woman at breakfast. A thrilling sun breaking through the window makes her hair glow lustrous. She smiles broadly at the women who eat muffins and fruit with her in an uncommon act of gentility. Is this what this is about? Is this the place where the dark and light meet, where dark takes center stage for a few decadent hours, only to be whisked away by the full sun?
The woman reaches out to me and pulls me to her side. “Rozelle,” she says introducing herself, “Sit down, Cassidy, join us for breakfast.” She strokes my thigh, her hand meandering down to the edge of my sundress, then runs her fingers up inside until she has the ring at my c**t.
“You bear Anastasia’s mark well,” she says, referring to the rose petal ring she jerks mildly.
“It’s not Ta
