- LUCA
I shifted on the floor, the movement eliciting a plastic-sounding crinkle that grated on my nerves. This bedding was an insult to the senses.
"Gosh, this stuff is disgusting," I muttered, rubbing the edge of the blanket between my thumb and forefinger. It felt like recycled water bottles and chemical runoff. "It smells like a warehouse in the middle of an industrial park. How can you breathe in here?"
Aria didn't even open her eyes. She just pulled the scratchy fabric higher. "It’s called a supermarket, Luca. Not everyone has silk woven by mountain nymphs. If the ‘crude’ environment is too much for your royal palate, the door is right there. The mansion is five hours south. Shoo."
I narrowed my eyes at the back of her head. "I'm not leaving you in a shack with a man wh
