LIORA’S POV
I waited at the east gate as instructed, dressed in the simplest clothes I owned. A plain brown dress that could have belonged to any servant, my hair braided loosely over one shoulder.
The sun had just dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in shades of purple and gold. Guards stood at their posts, carefully not looking at me despite my presence.
My mind kept circling back to Lucas.
The way he’d looked at me in the drawing room, ice blue eyes giving nothing away. Would he tell anyone what we’d done? Would he use it against me somehow?
No. He didn’t seem like that kind of person. Whatever else Lucas was, cold and distant and confusing, he didn’t strike me as someone who would weaponize intimate moments.
At least, I hoped not.
“Boo!”
I jumped, a small scream escaping
