“I know, and I normally would never get you involved, but…” I watch as Azalea tries to think about how much to tell Rhoden. I mentally plead with her to not share too much. “It’s very complicated. He attacked me, and Braxton saved me from The Great Divine knows what.”
Rhoden lifts her eyes to look at me. My arms are crossed over my chest, and I lift a single questioning brow at her.
“Rho, please. Will you help?”
Rhoden shakes her head, and the move is then repeated throughout her limbs before she clasps her hands and cracks her knuckles.
“Of course. Of course, I’ll help,” she agrees, turning back to Azalea with a smile. “What’s the plan?”
“Oh…” Azalea’s cheeks pink. “I thought you might have an idea of what to do.”
“Okay, Zel. I hate to be the one to tell you this, but washing thefloorsis not the same as getting rid of adead body.”
I tuck my lips in to try and conceal the smile that threatens to break free on my face.
“Technically, we are cleaning a floor. We’re cleaning it up of blood.”
It’s astounding that these two minds came up with the master plan to break into my study and actually succeeded. With a rumbling chuckle, I step forward.
“I’ll discard of the body. I’m going to bury him where no one will find him. Can I trust you two to clean up this part of the mess and straighten Azalea’s room back up?”
Rhoden narrows her eyes at me. “Fine, but you owe us.”
“Owe you?” I ask incredulously. “What could I possibly owe you.”
“I don’t know your highness, a vacation, freedom, a night off. We’re cleaning up the aftermath of someone being murdered—”
“By your friend.”
“In your castle.” Rhoden fixes me with a glare, which I mirror back at her.
“You two are children,” Azalea grumbles pinching the bride of her nose. “We don’t have time for this.”
Rhoden doesn’t falter, and I release a sharp breath through my lips.
“Fine, I owe you. Name it later. Let’s get this over with.”
With a gloating grin, Rhoden holds her hand out to me to shake it. Rolling my eyes, I oblige before heaving Gravesley’s corpse over my shoulder.
“Get to work,” I grumble, still fuming that this is what I’m doing instead of having breakfast in bed with Azalea.
After a quick hour of work, I’ve successfully dug a grave, dropped the worthless piece of shits body inside of it, and covered it up before going to clean myself up. I made the decision to burn the clothes in the fireplace in my room, deeming them far to soiled to recovered. I also don’t need any maids wondering where all the blood on my clothes came from.
By the time I come back to the hallway, Luna’s snoozing on Azalea’s lap with Rhoden sitting at the foot of her bed. Both girls look freshly bathed, and I could hear Azalea telling the tail of of what happened last night to Rhoden. Meanwhile, Rhoden is staring at Azalea with fully rapt attention, her silky black hair hanging in front of her face from the way she’s leaning into her.
Reaching forward I gently knock my knuckles against the open door, causing both girls to jump slightly before looking up at me.
“So,” I smile at Azalea. “Breakfast?”
I don’t miss the way Rhoden huffs as Azalea hops to her feet.
“Only if you’re willing to eat it in the library,” she chides. I groan and run my hand down my face, all the while she beams at me with a saccharine smile. “We have a lot of research to do.”
48
Braxton
Tryingtogetanythingdone in the library with Azalea sitting next to me proves to be impossible. All I can think about is the way she soaked the floor from the orgasm I gave her as I pistoned into her over and over again against the bookshelves. My shoulders still bear the marks of where her nails bit into my skin as she screamed my name.
