CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Solace for Sadists
William Addison’s carriage thread its way through Paris’ streets until it reached the requested destination, a narrow three story house that was tucked between two large, more ornate apartment houses. The familiarity of the building did much to soothe his soul on this foul night. His irritation had bloomed freely since seeing Lizzy Barton on the arm of Jonathan Pierce—the man’s wife—and now his head swarmed with thoughts he was best not to entertain. And that conversation with Lizzy at the Opera House—how foolish! How rash and misguided!
He put his shoulder to the ancient door and knocked, hearing from inside the sound of footsteps almost immediately. He stepped back and the door opened wide.
“Ah!” the sweet-faced female greeted him with a naked body
