"Are you looking for anything, Your Highness?"
The voice came from behind her, sharp and unexpected, slicing through the silence of the hall. Circe jumped, her pulse leaping to her throat.
Startled, she spun around, skirts brushing against her legs as she searched for the intruder who had managed to creep up on her unnoticed. Her heart sank when she saw who it was.
Casilo stood just a few feet away, his arms folded neatly over his chest, his stance composed but his gaze unwavering.
His usually expressive eyes were now unreadable. He was clearly assessing her, trying to piece together all the possible reasons why she might be wandering through this particular wing of the manor alone.
And Circe was certain that whatever conclusions he was drawing, none of them were in her favor. Not with her reputation. Not with her history of violence and impulsive temper.
