“Your reputation is already soiled in that respect, Healer. I ensured that when I placed you in this room.” He gives me a sly smile. “No one will believe I haven’t tasted the pretty little treasure next-door, no matter how much you might protest. Since they already think us guilty, why shouldn’t we allow ourselves this diversion?” My face heats, and I grip my towel tighter. “You did this on purpose. You put me in the Rose Room so you could weaken my resolve.” “Guilty.” He saunters toward me, his sheet of white hair swaying, sinuous as a serpent. His eyes are hooded, glowing richly red with
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