CERCI LANNISTER and WES-GEORGE CLEMENT

CERCI LANNISTER:

Slamming the door closed, I fell back on it and panted.

“Jesus fuck,” I muttered, dropping the towel and rushing back into the bathroom to turn the shower on cold. My skin was on fire.

When I stepped in, I shivered, trembling under the water as it beat against me. I wanted to think ...