I slowly unwrapped myself from the sheets, slid one leg down to the rug, and then the other before finally getting up from the bed, gliding towards the door as though I were as light as a feather.
Whoever it was, it had to be a kitty cat that missed my attention.
I opened the door just a crack, letting the moonlight from my window spill into the dark hallway.
Standing there, looking like a man who had been pacing the stone floor for hours, was Julian.
The 'Lion' looked absolutely ravaged. His golden hair was a mess, his shirt was unbuttoned halfway down his chest, and his eyes were wide with a frantic, burning intensity.
He didn't look like a merchant; he looked like a predator who had just realized his territory had been invaded by a much larger beast. Literally, haha.
As soon as he caught me peeking, his entire body went rigid. He looked at me for a second and then threw his gaze aside, trying to stay mad and not be easily swayed by my appearance.
