Raina’s smile returns as his eyes caress her. “Do you have to leave tonight?”
“Unfortunately, yes,” Adom says reaching for her hand.
She giggles when he presses lips to her skin. “Our driver raved about you all morning, though he’ll be disappointed when he hears you won’t attend Lord Faigen’s—”
Adom pauses mid-kiss. He elevates his chin, dark black hair falling over his left eye, and relinquishes her hand. “The king said no one should know of my comings and goings. Hire someone from out of town. Someone who doesn’t know who I am.”
She looks like she wants to cry again. What the hell is wrong with the woman? “I’ll tell Simon,” she sniffs. “We’ll see what we can do.” She lets out a small sob and flees.
I straighten the neckline of my pinching dress, and then tuck hair behind my ear. The
