He nodded. “I won’t ask again. But you’ll tell me if—” “Yes,” I said in fake exasperation. “You know, you’re worse than my aunt.” “Well, what are friends for?” he said with a wolfish smile, stepping closer to me. A knock sounded on the door. “Emperor’s tits, what are you two doing in there?” Rissa called. “Never mind, don’t answer that. I have breakfast ready if you’re hungry.” She paused, then banged on the door again. “For food.” Leo’s jaw flexed, and I stifled a laugh. “I think I like your sister.” “Fates save us all,” he muttered.
