It was the most appalling location for them to have such a conversation.
In her bedchamber, with her unconscious husband lying just a few steps away. With her maids in the room next door, no doubt cursing her name as they were forced to scrub and blot vomit from the priceless carpets.
Still, they were having it.
Celia stared up at the man standing before her, only a small gap separating them. Something unfamiliar and hot started to throb low in her belly.
"You should leave." she finally whispered. "Now that you've followed the king's orders and gotten his poor excuse for a son safely to his bed, there's no reason you can use to stay, is there?"
Lucas smiled tightly at her words and ran a hand through his tousled hair.
Celia's own fingers itched to run through his hair and play with the curly ends.
