A short story. The deadly sins are out to tempt...
"Knowing that Lust would seek to work his wiles on me (again) and frankly not being in the mood, I waited until he was flying away before I arrived on the scene to wreak my own form of havoc with our practice targets. Pausing next to the open carriage door, I watched Lust’s taut, bare derriere and his agate wings with their scarlet edges vanish into the distance, then I surveyed the damage he’d wrought. The brigands had gone. Fleur and Arnaud were still tied up. And Genevieve, the unfortunate girl Lust had seduced to sin, sat curled up on the carriage seat, clutching her gaping bodice closed, saturated in the stench of sex and steeped in the aftermath of Lust’s specialty."