Page 273 of Reign

“I’m not answering that.”

“Then I’ll guess.”

I cover my face with both hands.

Luciano’s chest moves with another quiet laugh.

“Fine,” I say through my fingers. “His. Okay?”

“That’s disappointing.”

My hands drop. “Excuse me?”

“I spent the entire reception thinking you were wet because of me.”

“I was.”

“Apparently, Ryatt had already done the work.”

“That happened before I left for the ceremony, not the reception.”

“Yes. The reception where I spent several hours taking credit for every reaction you had in that bathroom.”

“You should take credit.” I shift on his lap so I can glare at him properly. “That was hours later. You managed to make me wet entirely on your own. Congratulations.”

He smirks immediately.

Dark. Satisfied. Entirely too male. “There,” he says. “That’s better.”

“Your ego is ridiculous.”

“And huge like most things on me.”

“I should have let you stay disappointed.”

“You wouldn’t have.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I know you.”

Unfortunately, he does.

I reach for my pencil again.

Luciano catches it first and offers it to me.

I take it from him with as much dignity as someone sitting in his lap after discussing a guard’s mouth can reasonably possess.

“Why did you need to know?” he asks.

I focus on the dress. “Curiosity.”

“Elena.”

“Don’t start.”

“I asked one question.”