Lagos
I've been waiting for Zeldric in his office for half an hour when he finally decides to grace me with his presence.
"Sorry for the delay," he says while adjusting the cuffs of his shirt. His hair is messy, and his lips are red. He walks around the desk and sits in his chair with a sigh. "You have no idea how hard it is for me to get out of bed. That woman has melted my brain," he mutters, probably more to himself than to me.
I press my lips together and swallow hard. Thanks, brother. Exactly what I needed—an image of you and Jenkins in bed stuck in my head.
He seems to realize he spoke too loudly because he quickly shifts to a more serious expression.
"Why did you want to meet so early?" I ask, redirecting the conversation to a much safer place for me.
Zeldric exhales and rests
