*Melina*
I'm curled on a sofa in the morning room reading Bronte when Faye walks in. Considered family, she doesn't require a butler to announce her arrival. Her eyes filled with worry, she quickly crosses the room, sits on the sofa, and searches my face. "How are you this morning?"
I smile. "Quite fine."
With a huge sigh, Faye slumps back against the cushions. "Thank the Goddess. I hardly slept a wink last night thinking of you going to that decadent place. I'm so glad you didn't."
"But I did." I tell her.
Faye springs forward. "So it's done?"
The heat rushes to my face, nearly scalding me with its intensity. "Not exactly. Seems I didn't have the nerve for it after all."
"But you went." Faye glances around as though she expects to see spies hidden behind the plants. She lowers her
