Chapter 23
“Viscount Leighton to see you, sir,” Ömer opened the door just enough to speak.
Matthias could feel the dark eyes on him, waiting not only for his answer but his reaction. Surprised though he was by the news, Matthias managed to keep his features schooled into what he knew was an expression of casual indifference. The fact that he was willing to play such a game ought to tell Ömer that he was feeling much better, Matthias thought with amusement.
Ömer merely stood silent, looking at him as though he knew exactly what Matthias was thinking, exactly what was running through his head. It was a familiar expression, and one that Matthias had always envied. “Send him in,” he replied coolly, trying to ignore the surge of heat that began in the pit of his stomach and burned its way do
