Rosa and Kael were at the top of the stairs when she noticed he was slightly flushed. That's odd; those little stairs couldn't possibly have affected a man with his stamina and stature.
"If you'll excuse me, Your Grace," she said, tiptoeing and gently touching his cheek. "Are you perhaps dehydrated? I know you skip breakfast, but maybe we should ensure you have something to drink in the mornings, especially in this harsh climate."
"Hm, perhaps," he replied, his eyes looking a little dazed. He pressed her hand to his cheek and kissed her wrist. "But I can assure you, it's not the lack of water that's causing this heat within me."
Whether it was his smoldering eyes or the husky tone of his deep voice, whatever had flustered Kael Dragomir seemed to be contagious. She found herself catching the heat.
He chuckled, lowering her hand so it rested on his arm. "Let's get this over with. My best guess is that the bedrooms are the last two down this hall."
