Defiance and Desire

Kastor

When I returned home last night, my mother immediately asked where I had been.

“I’m a grown man who doesn’t answer to you, mother. Where I was isn’t anyone’s business but my own,” I’d said before walking away.

Katerina, of course, had pounced on me. I’d told her nearly everything, then I laid in bed remembering the feel of Maeve’s lips, the taste of her tongue against mine, her intoxicating