Ruthless King

Although she figured that Regent wouldn’t do anything while she was still ill. Probably just as well. She hadn’t had the energy to shave her legs when she’d showered this morning.

Or anything else . . .

Turning, she looked at the bust. He had stern features and a thick beard. She moved slowly around him.

“I swear your eyes are watching me wherever I am. That’s really creepy. How the heck am I going to sleep in here with you watching my every move?”

Boris had nothing to say.

Rude. But unsurprising.

Moving to the closet, she walked in, her mouth dropping open in wonder.

This closet was something else.

It was also done in dark wood. It had so much hanging space and even special shelving for shoes. Regent hadn’t even filled up half of it.

“What are you doing?”

She jumped with a squeal, her hand on her heart. “Sorry. I wasn’t trying to pry. I mean, I was just looking. Sorry.”

Regent frowned. “You can look in here all you like.”

“Oh. I can?”

“Of course. This is your bedroom and closet now too. If you need more space just let me know.”

More space? Her stuff would barely fill up one-eighth of this closet. And none of it was really nice enough for a closet like this.

It was definitely time for a wardrobe overhaul. Jilly couldn’t going afford anything good enough for this place.

“I asked you what you were doing because you should be in bed. We can do a walk-through of the house when you’re feeling better.”

Right.

She followed him back into the bedroom and let him tuck her into bed. He took her temperature.

“It’s come down. How is your throat?”

“A lot better.”

Liar.

She’d gotten a burst of energy when they’d arrived, but now she was feeling exhausted and her throat felt raw.

“Hmm. I still want you to drink this.” He handed her a warm drink. “It’s a hot lemon drink.”

He drew a chair over and sat, watching her.

Okay.

He was definitely acting weird.

She took a sip to appease him. “Regent?”

“Keep drinking.”

She took another sip to appease him. “What’s wrong?”