Scarlett
The knock on my door is too loud to be polite.
I yank it open and find one of Rhodes’ servants staring down her nose at me. Her uniform is crisp. Her attitude sharper.
“The King wants you. Now.”
Of course he does.
I mutter something rude under my breath, drag a hand through my hair, and follow her out of the servant quarters. The halls are too quiet this morning, the kind of quiet that makes your spine itch like it’s listening. Watching.
When I get to his study, the door’s already cracked. I push it open and then instantly regret it.
Rhodes is standing by the window like he walked off the cover of one of those scandalous romance novels the maids hide in the laundry room.
Rolled-up sleeves. Shirt unbuttoned just enough to reveal the edge of his collarbone. Golden skin. Broa
