CHAPTER TWELVE
As the sound of soft-padded footsteps approached, Delfi wrangled with thoughts to leave and to stay, but before she could decide, the door opened and Basileus Katsaros, barefoot and wearing tight jeans and the tight shirt from the previous night, greeted her with a mixture of surprise and something else that she could not determine. She smoothed her hair that had been buffeted by a sudden gust of wind.
‘Oh…have I interrupted?’
‘Noooo, not at all,’ he said running his fingers through his hair, then across the stubble around his chin. This is…perfect timing…I was just going through my lines…Come in.’
He stepped aside and gestured for Delfi to enter. The floor of the entrance was a highly polished marble that extended into an expansive space that, even from the front door,
