I’m sitting out on the balcony, considering my escape, when Stace reappears beside me.  For once, I don’t flinch, his sudden appearance beside me something that I’m starting to get used to. Night has stretched into early morning at this point, and yet I refuse to sleep, even if tiredness tugs at my eyelids and weights heavy on my limbs. I’m not sleeping until I get out of this place. Noah and Stace have basically kidnapped me, not allowing me to leave, even though I’ve practically begged them to.  "When are you going to take me home?" I question immediately, not even giving him a

The sound of rustling wakes me before the sun has a chance to. Sitting up, I rub my eyes, hardly aware of the blanket half draped over me, concentrating more on the knot that has gathered between my shoulders. Maybe I shouldn’t have agreed to sleep outside on the couch, although I doubt I would have gotten much sleep had I been sleeping opposite Cian’s room. "Good morning," I hear from behind the couch. Looking over my shoulder, I spy Cian walking around the living space, clearly looking for something. "You coming."I haven’t yet had a chance to get my bearings, so for a long moment, I just stare blankly at him. 

~Amolet I’ve decided that I don’t think I like Sinful.After the hot springs, Sinful transported us all back to his estate for the night. The moment my feet touched the ground, I was dressed in appropriate clothing again, and right before I could say anything to Sinful, he wished us a good night, and vanished into thin air. Now, I sit at the edge of a guest bed that I’m confident I will not be getting much sleep in tonight, not with Sinful lurking about. Cian stands in the doorway, the backlight from the hallway casting deep shadows across his masterful cheekbones and graceful jawline. I’m not sure I will ever get sick of lookin

¬Amolet The world artfully recreates itself around us the moment our feet touch the ground. It’s evident immediately that we are still in Sinful’s Territory, mountains surrounding us from every angle. We are in a small village however, cobblestone streets stretching out before us, little shops and homes littered about under the starlight, lights glittering magically. Surprisingly, people are walking around, unbothered by the majestic mountains that rear up toward the sky, their master dwelling atop one of them. Cian grasps my gloved hand, leading me down the street, following the path of pale moonlight that bathes stone. W

¬Amolet I nearly topple over in shock. Not only is the fact that Cian is gone, nowhere to be seen, and I’m standing in a snowy labrinth absolutely terrifying, but I’m standing before Stace, who last time I checked, wants to lock me away from Cian for my own ‘safety’. And now he stands before me, looking like he is going to eat me alive. "You need to send me back,” I say immediately. I’m not sure how he got me here, away from Cian, but I need to go back. What if Cian is looking for me? As I turn to look over my shoulder, realising with horror that I’m atop a mountain, similar to Sinful’s, but everything below this cliff is