CHAPTER EIGHTEEN Best Laid Plans“Why did you send the guard away?” Lily stood by the bedside table fixing the sheet around her shoulder. It dragged on the floor and a dab of honey stained a patch across her stomach. She wrinkled her nose and pushed at Kuiti’s nightshirt with a dainty toe. “Sorrel can have the warmer one,” she said. “It’s his turn.”
“Lord Sorrel.”
I jumped as he appeared behind me, turning to face him and then regretting it. The paleness of his male appendages contrasted with the dark brown cacao surrounding his lips and he grinned in pleasure. I sighed. “You found food, but not the sword.” I jabbed a finger towards the nightshirt, indicating he should cover himself. “And how did you get back into the chamber?”
His white buttocks glinted against the white dawn light whic
