"I will get dressed, then I will go," Desmond responded, making sure his voice was devoid of irritation and confident.
How cruel the world was to take the opportunity to cuddle Leonor.
When he returned to the room to get into proper clothing, she was sitting up on the bed with her bare shoulders and breasts uncovered for the world to see. If the room was brighter, he knew there would be small marks of his love bites decorating her skin. He resisted a closer look knowing he would get carried away.
"What happened?" she asked, worried.
"Envoys sent to Eirenguard have been murdered," he admitted easily, knowing he could trust her discretion not to tell a soul. "Time to figure out the next steps. I have discussed with Stephano in the past about revealing the truth of my past. It may be a useful tool."
