Whisper settled on the floor and Lucien rolled onto his back and closed his eyes.
Time ticked onwards until the drowsiness in my system stuck to my thoughts, dragging me slowly into dreams.
And just as I slipped from this world into sleep, Lucien’s voice tangled with the night. “There’s something about you too.”
My eyes flew wide.
He rolled onto his other side, giving me his back as he added, “I just don’t know if I like it.”
Chapter Twenty-Nine
“GO AND TATTLE, I DON’T CARE.” Moving toward the cat, I ducked and pressed a loud kiss on his giant silky head. “I’m leaving. Tell that nasty boss that I’m taking tomorrow off for sanity reasons.”
I’d hoped after our stolen softness in the dark last night, that my relationship with the master of this mansion might’ve improved.
But it hadn’t.
When I’d woken this morning, Lucien was nowhere to be found and the cloudy, drizzly day did its best to convince me it had all been a strange kind of dream.
By the time Whisper had appeared to drag me to work, I wasn’t entirely sure it wasn’t.
No sign that Lucien had slept beside me.
No note. No messages.
Even the apple that he’d snatched from my teeth and tossed across the room had been placed—with a single bite missing—on the kitchen bench.
I’d worked on my own for hours. Doing things for the sake of doing them all while hyper-focused on the smallest sound,waiting for Lucien to appear and continue our...whatever this was.
But he hadn’t appeared and I was sick of toiling.
My feet ached. My back smarted. My hands were chapped and shoulders twinged and all I wanted to do was take a nap.
Imissedmy lazy lifestyle.
I missed doing nothing whenever I wanted to do nothing.
I missed zoning out and letting life happen around me without having to participate.
Ever since I’d been dragged into Cinderkeep, I’d been forced to be an active participant, and it was getting rather troublesome.
“He hasn’t let me have a day off since I started working for him,” I complained to my manager, the panther, as I headed toward the kitchen. “I’ve been working for free all this time. I have a good mind to write up a contract with employment laws stating how badly he abuses me.”
Whisper snorted as he followed me into the kitchen.
“He won’t pay me, so...I’ll have to improvise.” Beelining for the cupboard holding all the delicious floral, fruity wine, I wrenched open the door and smiled at the mismatched earthen jars.
I pilfered the closest one. A cherry-blossom concoction that I’d tried last week and found to be pleasantly potent.
It would work well as a sleeping draught and hopefully, once I woke up, my constant headache would be gone.
Hugging the wine, I turned to face Whisper.
“See you around, tiny cat.”
My legs broke into a fast walk, eagerness to be alone making me rush.
If Lucien didn’t want to clear the air between us from yesterday, fine. I was stupid to expect anything different. But Iwouldn’t let him manipulate me with emotions or work like an idiot.
