Page 76 of Moonlit Temptation

My chest felt tight with worry.

When I reached the top of the stairs, I listened for the sound of angry footsteps chasing after me, only to be met with the sounds of the party.

Shaking my head, I rounded the corner and disappeared from sight. Into the hall. Entering the inner sanctum of Saint Delacore.

The hall was pretty standard with a long rug that stretched from one side to the other. The walls were bare, all the doors shut. Nothing screamed secrecy.

But wasn’t that the point? Nothing should stick out?

Was that why no one was allowed up here?

Were there secrets to Icarus up here?

With determined steps, I tried all the doors. There were six in total, and all but two were locked. One was a bathroom, nothing of worth in there. The other led to Saint’s bedroom.

Large and furnished with only the essentials: a bed, nightstand, dresser with a large mirror and a reading chair tucked in the corner. There were two other doors in the room, to the bathroom and closet, I discovered upon my openings.

No hidden bodies in sight.

I was picking up the book on his nightstand to see what he was reading when the door slammed shut.

The book fell to my feet.

I whirled around.

Saint stood with his back pressed against the door. “Did you wear that dress for me?”

He stared at me with cold eyes and an indescribable expression.

It left me cold. Numbed.

His shields were up, and they had nothing to do with the people downstairs or that we were breaking the rule of us being alone together.

“Oh, now you want to see me?” I folded my arms across my chest.

Not saying a word, he stepped away from the door, but farther from me. Distance. He was putting distance between us.

A chasm of worry roared in my chest. He never put distance between us in London. Not like this.

“We agreed this would be a secret,” he reminded me. “What did you want me to do? Walk over there and fuck you in front of everyone?”

My eyes widened at his sharp response.

“A secret, yes, but not to act like strangers.” I continued my retreat. “You’ve known me my entire life. I don’t think anyone would’ve questioned it if you acknowledged me at least once instead of flirting with everyone in a skirt.”

“You sound jealous.” He mirrored my stance of folding his arms in front of his chest.

The dress shirt he wore pulled tight around his shoulders. Almost as tight as the line his lips were pressed into.

“And you told me not to come.” I glared.

“Looks like you didn’t listen.”

“I was already on my way here.”

“You could’ve stayed in the car.”

My mouth dropped open before I could stop it. I quickly shut it. “Fuck you.”

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