CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Luca flew us to the castle and onto the high balcony. There was no welcome reception, but in the state we were in, I was grateful nobody saw us as we slipped inside and up the stairs to our bedroom. I breathed a sigh of relief as we shut the door behind us, and I peeled off my ragged shirt. The two days of adventure had taken its toll, and the cloth now smelled of sea salt mixed with sewer water, with a lot of my sweat thrown into the mix.
I tossed the shirt aside and heard the rumble of a low growl behind me. Luca’s arms wrapped around me, and my back was pulled against his chest. “What are you-” I tilted my head back and beheld the heated look in his bright eyes. His musky scent floated around me, enveloping me in the temptations it offered.
I shook my drowsy
