He marched to the door and glanced at me. The man didn’t put on a shirt or shoes. Just his pants, his toes even showing. With his hair still askew from my fingers, he flicked a finger at me. “Cover up.”
I raised a brow at the demand, but I had already been grabbing for the edge of the blanket. I wasn’t keen on his entire guard seeing me naked and freshly fucked. I tucked it over my shoulder and dug my feet down into the soft blanket.
He finally nodded, done evaluating that I was covered to his liking. Silly man. If we were going to see each other at a later date, he would learn that I didn’t take orders all that well. That only worked in the bedroom with long bouts of sex included.
With his right hand on the doorknob, he stated, “I’ll leave a few guards outside the door for you. They’ll make sure you make it to your quarters safely.”
I opened my mouth to argue, but he had already turned away and slipped out the door. I hadn’t even needed to cover up. The man had skated out, barely opening the door.
Jonathan grumbled, “You can’t be serious, sir.”
“It’s the middle of the night. If he can dare to make me wait this long, then he can see me straight out of bed,” Godric disputed with heat, his tone business-pissed. He swiftly shut the door behind him, blocking out any further argument between the two.
I stretched underneath the blanket and debated taking a quick nap, but with a glimpse at the clock—almost two o’clock in the morning—I decided against it. My train was leaving at four, only two hours away. I groaned as I rolled out of bed, my body aching in all the wonderful places it should after a delectable night with a man who knew what he was doing.
I dressed and entered the bathroom to use the facilities. But my reflection gave me pause in the mirror. My white t-shirt was stained red in sporadic blotches near my neck. I pulled it away carefully to examine the damage.
My nose scrunched at the view.
Godric had really bitten me.
It was probably going to scar where each of his blunt teeth had sunk in. I groaned and used a washcloth to delicately dab away any remaining blood. But my shirt was no good. Any of the personnel here would take notice and inform my father. That would not be wise with my current plans.
I exited the bathroom and examined the plush bedroom. I had been in this one before, escaping to these rooms from time to time for solitude. I knew the VIP section just as well as I knew my own. And since Godric had ruined my shirt, he now owed me one.
I rifled through his luggage and found a gray sweater that wouldn’t catch anyone’s attention. I pulled it on over my head and pushed the sleeves up on my arms. It was big, but I occasionally wore my clothing large for comfort.
The weapon he had left caught my attention as I stuffed my hair up into my ball cap. My eyes flew over the weird object. There was a black handle, and then it curved in a ninety-degree angle with a silver barrel that was the same length as the handle. His warning ‘not to touch’ didn’t bother me. I picked it up gently from the bedside table and turned it over in my hands. It was heavier than a knife.
I lifted the end of the barrel close to my right eye and shut my left. But I couldn’t see anything down the small hole. There was no blade inside it. I sniffed at it, but there wasn’t a smell, no poisons inside. My brows furrowed as I sat it back down.
No wonder he’d left it behind. It was useless.
I shook my head and walked to the door, picking up my own blades and strapping them to my legs as I went. Now, these were good weapons. Anyone who wanted to stay alive in this broken section of the world knew how to use a knife. If you had the money to train, you would know how to use a sword. And if you had even more money to train with the best around the world, you didn’t use any weapons. Your hands and feet would work just fine to subdue an attacker—or more.
I peeked through the peephole of the door.
The four guards Godric had left behind definitely had pretty and deadly swords, just like the others had. The metal blades gleamed under the lighting outside, allowing me to see them easily in their black uniforms. I stepped away from the door.
I couldn’t go that way.
They couldn’t follow me.
The only other way out was a tight squeeze. But I was little. I wiggled my shoulders and went back into the bathroom and straight to the toilet. There was a small break in the wall where the corners met. I ran my fingers along it until I found the hidden latch. The housekeepers would use these hidden doors back before the base upgraded with electronic entry doors. Visitors were always losing their keys back then.
I slipped into the small hidden walkway and shut the hidden door without a squeak. I paid attention to where I was walking in the complete darkness, afraid I would trip. It was my head that jarred back when I rammed into a small area where the ceiling dipped down.
“Dammit.” I rubbed at my forehead.
After three minutes of walking in pitch black, I placed my right hand on the wall and slowed my pace. I was far enough away now that Godric’s guards would be a few hallways over. The tips of my fingers brushed dust until they dipped the smallest bit into the wall.
I stopped and turned, walking my hands up and down the wall until I found another latch. With a little muscle, I pulled the door open and snuck inside silently. I listened in the dark of a different bathroom.
The room was empty, no VIPs in this one.
I grinned and shut the hidden door as I strolled out of the quarters with no guards to follow me. Success.
CHAPTERSEVEN
