That’s where he met her.
“What do you want from me?”
Solace kissed him.
“The LustySouls,” Solace said, gesturing to the mirror. “That’s what we call people like you. Not bad people. Just… hungry. Your soul has a taste. A flavor. Mine is salt and vanilla. Yours is burnt cedar and rain.” lustysouls
He tucked the card into his pocket and walked toward the morning traffic, not knowing yet whether he would use it—or whether the choice had already been made the moment he first walked through the crimson door. That’s where he met her
Not lust.