NO SAINTS HERE (Lustful chapters)
I stood alone among the dead, my heart pounding, the taste of her still on my lips.
Who was she?
And how had an angel found her way into my mother’s grave—on the very night my future was sealed?
Above us, the bells rang again.
And I knew, with terrifying certainty, that nothing in my kingdom would ever feel the same.
Sleep never came.
I lay awake long after the torches in the halls burned low, my thoughts circling one face—those green eyes, wide and frightened, the way her lips had softened beneath mine before she pulled away.