Liar

Ember is a succubus, consuming in every sense.

My theory is proven when I specifically ignore Ember for an entire month, yet her scent remains in my nostrils, the vision of her in my mind's eye. Her peppery musk dances along the back of my tongue, ruining my taste for anyone else.

I was whipped for her, lashed in front of the entire Nobility, and I should despise her for it.

Yet, I've protected her.

Chased Ember down on the night of the challenge that should've killed her, and kneeled in front ...