“Clarisse Howlet, what are you up to so early in the morning?”
“Awake and answering your call, Declan,” she shot back, “So early in the morning.”
“Enough with the sarcasm, Clary. Now tell me, what are you up to with that Crown Prince?”
Clarisse’s eyes darted to the now scantily dressed Crown Prince who stood a distance away from her. Luke Morgenstein had managed to grab a towel and wrapped it around his waist, barely covering his private parts. It didn’t help that much that Clarisse could still view the obvious bulge…
“Clary? What are you—”
“I’ve only just woken up from a wet dream,” Clarisse instantly cut him off, “Now, would you let me prepare for the day or are you still going to spout nonsense?”
Luke raised a brow at her excuse, holding back his laughter. She saw him do so, and signed for him to shut up. Declan can’t know that she was with someone else in her room right now.
