The walk back to my room had never lasted longer. Henry strolled down the halls like he owned them, his eyes challenging any other servants we came across. I worried if it was respect or fear that made them bow their heads to him.
To me, he gave a boyish smile though it never reached his eyes. They were cold and calculating and he’d glance over me at Charles and his lips would curl. Charles had taken one of my hands in his own, his fingers intertwining with my and. It was an odd sensation, I was not used to anyone trying to hold hands with me unless they were holding me down. His index finger stroked the center of my palm in long sensual strokes but I kept my expression as calm as I could.
“You do realize the walls have ears, right?” Henry’s lips were at my ear and the soft words tickl
