Chapter 230

• Theo’s POV
• The hallway outside buzzes with activity, but in here, it’s quiet. Dim and cool. I’ve taken refuge in one of the lesser-used guest suites, the kind we reserve for out-of-town Dominants or special events. The lights are off, save for a single amber lamp glowing on the far table.
• The bed beneath me is firm and wide, the kind of surface made for long nights and loud sins. But right now, I’m simply stretched across it, a glass of whiskey resting in one hand, my back propped against a pile of pillows, boots off, shirt unbuttoned, watching light flood through the small gap in the curtains.