Whispers of Heat (House of Pleasure)

Heat doesn't always come as fire. Sometimes it begins as a whisper — a brush of silk against skin, a voice in the dark, a word pressed too close to the lips. In the House of Pleasure, whispers carried more danger than screams. They slipped into the air like smoke, curling around the ears of anyone listening, and once heard, they could never be forgotten. Isolde had entered the library only to esca...