Pact of Ruin

Malachi’s POV

The room still smelled thick with that husky smell of pleasure and smoke. That thick, indulgent scent of bodies and wine and a kind of pleasure that came easy when power dripped from your fingertips like sweat. The fireplace glowed with the last of the logs. The wine bottle had tipped sideways on the floor, its deep red soaking into the edge of the rug. One of the girls—Jenny—was cur