(The King's Study)
The heavy doors of the king's study creaked open, and Thomas stepped inside.
“Took you long enough,” Leander said casually, as he didn't look up.
Leander sat there, lounging in a wide leather chair behind the grand desk, one leg stretched out lazily, a glass of blood in his hand even though the hour was early.
Thomas gave a breathless laugh, rubbing a hand through his disheveled hair. “Yeah, well... wasn't exactly looking forward to this.”
Leander finally lifted his gaze, a sharp, knowing glint in his eyes.
“Sit,” he said simply, nodding toward the chair across from him.
Thomas dropped into the seat.
For a moment, neither of them spoke.
“So?” Leander prompted.
“How the hell did you manage to wake up with a woman in your bed?”
Thomas groaned and dragged his
