"Curiosity is a double-edged sword, both beautiful, and deadly. There's no telling which side you'll get."
A night of innocent exploration turns lethal as Sorcha's sister is captured by human sailors. In her search, Sorcha rescues one of the humans...
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The Brothel stank of burning pipeweed and fresh sex. Gendry had never frequented establishments like these. Mainly because he had no coin to spend on the company of whores. Had he been born a man of high status, it might've been too tempting to resist. Brothels were a place for men with money and power. Gendry was nothing of the sort.
Despite his adamance that Sorcha remain outside, he had yet again been ignored. However, Sorcha had raised some very logical points on the issues that may arise from their separation. Had she stayed outside the brothel, there was every possibility that a man searching for a quick fuck might spot such a stunning woman and decide she was better than any whore. This way, Gendry could keep his eyes on her. But Sorcha's innocence was as good as gone. He pondered how much she had to begin with, given her unabashed nudity thus far.
The tile was cold and cracked beneath Sorcha's bare feet as they made their way into the dimly lit foyer. The brothel was one of the finer establishments in the industry. Gendry knew that much, at least, from the ornate chaise and golden threaded throw pillows to high ceilings and arched doorways.
A haze of sensual incense permeated the air, illuminated by the tiny beams of sunlight filtering through gaps in drawn velvet curtains. Laughter echoed ahead, though as Sorcha heard it she could tell it was false. Then there were the moans, high and exaggerated to the point of dramatics and the accompanying primal grunts as the men reached completion.
