They had dined with Mortemis in the private lounge with all her crew in attendance also. It had been fun, Daniel liked Kysenia’s crew of bodyguards and Aiden had the most driest, sarcastic wit he had ever heard.
It wasn’t until they retired back to her bedroom that Daniel remembered something and as he sat upon the romantically white and soft four poster bed, looking around, he frowned in confusion.
“Hey…I thought you said there was a rooftop garden?”
Kysenia looked over from where she was sitting in front of a dressing table with a large mirror, brushing out her wealth of blood red locks, wearing nothing but a short white silk chemise. “There is…” She answered amused.
“But I don’t see a staircase?”
“Just because you don’t see it, doesn’t mean it’s not there…” Kysenia pointed with the
