She decided not to waste any time and hastily pulled a silk robe on, storming after the Lycan King. Her hair was dripping wet with water trickling down her skin. She did not care. She had to see him. She had to speak to him. Ria was dying to find out what was going on.
Luckily, his door was unlocked, and she entered his bedroom with ease.
The curtains in the room were drawn shut, casting the room in darkness. This was a manly room in dark shades. Very tasteful and minimalist. Very him.
She spotted Gideon immediately. He stood by a desk, breathing heavily with one hand covering his eyes. His posture startled her, and she paused.
Nevertheless, it was too late. He sensed her presence and snapped his head in her direction.
“Not now, Riannon,” he said, and it sounded like both a warning an
