This was one of those times where Lucius cursed having a hot body.
What were the chances of finding a gay man all the way in a romance fantasy world?
Out of all the possible outcomes of this trip, he had never once considered being ogled in the bathhouse by a noble heir who apparently had no sense of shame.
The blond intruder's face flushed red as soon as his eyes landed on him.
The guy's lips trembled, betraying the thoughts he desperately tried to keep hidden.
Then he took a step back, attempting to hide it — but they had all seen it.
Lucius swore he caught Vanessa's face twist in disgust, her usually calm demeanor cracking with sharp contempt.
But she wasn't even the one he was worried about.
No — his real concern was Rita.
Her perverted grin, the one that usually made Lucius's skin crawl and his spine tighten with dread, was gone.
Completely.
