The rain came pattering on the roof with easy beats, the music then soon followed, continuing the merriment of all*** indication that the group of soldiers went on their way for their patrol and did not stay long in the brothel. That should have made them stop, pull away from each other’s curious advances yet no one had moved to do the opposite. They should have stopped when the door closed and heard the footsteps retreating***** was minutes ago. They stepped on the fire and they burned with it, consuming them without a pause.
Sierra could not understand the riot that was happening inside her chest and there is no one else to blame but the man on top of her. Ragar had brought her into this. She expected that he would handle the matter perfectly. Between them, she has already proven that
