Nyx
Rhyson was gone the next morning when I woke, but I opened my door to find Duke standing there. “Are you my guard?” I asked as I raked my hair back into a tie and shut the door behind me. I was still trying to adjust to the fact that Rhyson had held me all night long. Not just for s*x, but it was like he was seeking comfort.
I didn’t hate it, even though I should. Now that he had proof that I wasn’t lying, he wanted to be kind and sweet? f**k that. I needed him to believe me earlier. I needed him, more than anyone else, to believe me over my father.
“Not a guard. One of the witches found me this morning on my run and asked to see you. I’m just passing the message along.”
I raised an eyebrow. “So you’re not going to escort me?”
For a moment, he looked stumped, and then he grinned.
