Sweet Punishment

DRAVEN'S POV

The scratch of my fountain pen stopped the moment the noise carried down the hall. Laughter floated through the open door of my study, bright and clear as a silver chime. It was Tamsin. Her voice held a rare, carefree melody that pulled me straight out of my leather chair. A few days had passed since the rogue attack at the eastern border, and hearing her sound so lighthearted washed