I was breathing hard by the time we reached the house, walking straight to the kitchen like I was loaded with gunpowder, in this situation, maybe I was.
I watched as Flynn opened cupboards shd brought out strange herbs…yet he seemed to know each one, even did the honors of naming them while he brought them out.
He tried to fold the sleeves of the carnival robe a few times but the soft material kept covering his hand and restricting his movements. And then, like I hadn't been punished enough, he made the decision to take off the robe and fold it neatly right on a kitchen stool.
I swallowed uncomfortably, the last time I saw his body this exposed was that afternoon with the head-maid.
That now felt like a lifetime ago.
Every inch of him was sculpted to perfect, not a single scratch
