She suddenly came to her senses and hurriedly handed me a towel, her fingers brushing mine with deliberate slowness before pulling away as if burned. The motion was too calculated for genuine fluster.
Her brown eyes were lowered, the hastily assembled deference looking strained—her expression twisted between obedience and something darker.
Why had I only now noticed her eyes were brown?
And unfortunately, Angelo, Rui Jones, and the late Queen Heather—all had those same earthy, deceptive hues.
I took the towel and draped it over the bathtub edge, the plush fabric absorbing droplets like secrets. "I'd like to soak longer. Go make the bed first, then fetch me something from the kitchen. Kao knows my tastes and has likely already arranged it."
I didn't voice my suspicions. If she truly meant to kill me, speaking up would only sharpen her fangs prematurely.
