58
Towel
“Queen Evelyn would remain as the sole ruler of Gryon.”
The next morning, Leo was lying shirtless on his stomach, so deeply asleep that only the palace crumbling to the ground could awaken him at that point.
Gods and devils, what have I agreed to?
When Evelyn emerged from her bath, clean and refreshed, Leo was slowly regaining consciousness. It took him a couple tries to sit up, disoriented from sleeping so hard. He blinked rapidly and rubbed at his eyes.
“You’re cute when you’re sleepy,” Evelyn said.
“You’re cute all the time.” A grin spread across Leo’s face. “That’s a nice dress you’re wearing.”
She rolled her eyes. “You know good and well that this is atowel.”
“You should just wear that today.”
“You want me to parade around the palace in a towel? Are you going to stay in your underwear all day?”
“Good point. I guess we won’t leave this room.”
Evelyn’s cheeks flushed red. She spun around to retrieve her clothes from the armoire. “We have plans today, remember? We’re going to?—”
“What isthat?” Leo interrupted.
Evelyn tried to find whatever it was that bothered him so suddenly. “What’s wrong?”
He jumped out of bed and strode toward her. “Turn around.”
“Why?”
“What’s on your leg?”
Evelyn stopped breathing.
Shit. Shit shit shit.
“It’s a tattoo,” she whispered.
That didn’t come out casually at all. You sound really fucking guilty.
“Like the tattoo on your wrist? Is this one from Ritter, too?”
“Yes.”
Leo pulled at his hair in frustration. “Why didn’t you tell me you had another one?”
“I was going to. There hasn’t been a good time to talk about it.”
He scanned her up and down. “Are there more?”
Fuuuck.
“There’s one on my side,” she admitted.
“Show me.”
