Page 93 of Sinful
We can't stay in this room forever, as much as I might want to.
I find my clothes scattered across the floor—jeans,tank top, bra, underwear creating a trail from the door to the bed.
Evidence of last night's desperation.
Bravos watches me get dressed with an intensity that makes me blush.
"What?" I ask, pulling on my jeans.
"Nothing. Just—you're beautiful."
"Shut up." But I'm smiling.
I find my leather jacket draped over a chair, pull it on.
Armor. Protection.
The version of myself I show the world.
But something's different now.
I'm not alone anymore.
"I should check on Dad," I say, finger-combing my hair into something resembling order. "Make sure he's okay."
"I should probably show my face at the alliance meeting today anyway." Bravos pulls on a shirt—black, stretched tight across his shoulders. "Let Runes and Damon know I'm still alive."
We leave his room together.
I'm aware that people will notice. Will talk. Will speculate.
It turns out I don't care as much as I thought I would.
We make it maybe ten feet down the hallway before Elfe appears.
She's leaning against the wall like she's been waiting.
One look at us—coming out of Bravos' room together, both rumpled and obviously satisfied—and her eyebrow raises.
She says nothing.
Just watches.
"I'll catch up with you later," Bravos says, squeezing my hand once before heading toward the stairs.
I watch him go, then turn to face my sister.
"Don't start," I say.
"I'm not starting anything. Just observing."
"Observe quietly."
But she's already grabbed my arm, pulling me into an empty room—looks like someone's office, currently unused.
She closes the door behind us.
"So," Elfe says, crossing her arms. "The Nomad."
