Fire Behind Soundproof Walls
Soon, the sound of a woman crying out and a man's hoarse groans surged from the suite.
It rose in waves.
Wild.
Unrestrained.
Almost theatrical.
What began as muffled noise turned into chaotic passion crashing against the quiet dignity of the luxury floor.
"Good heavens—what in the world is happening in there?" someone muttered from down the corridor.
Another guest whispered, scandalized and fascinated at once, "Is someone fighting… or making up after a war?"
Even Julian, had he heard the first burst, might have called it karmic opera.
Inside the room, voices overlapped in feverish confusion, furniture scraping, startled cries mixing with breathless sounds neither subtle nor civilized.
This was a six-star hotel, and the rooms had excellent soundproofing.
Normally.
Very normally.
But tonight nothing could stop this high-decibel uproar.
