"I think it was an accident," I admitted.
Across the room, Rion didn't move from his place against the wall.
I cleared my throat as I went on, "At the House of Ambrosia… after I went to the bathroom, I saw a servant with a tray. I was thirsty, so I just picked up a drink. He looked startled, alarmed, but before he could say anything, I had already walked away. I was too absentminded to pay attention."
For a moment, he said nothing. Then, the faintest smirk curved his lips. "So it was your foolishness, then."
My cheeks flamed. "How would I know that kind of thing is served in a pleasure house? I've never been a guest at one before."
"Mm, reasonable," he drawled, pushing lightly off the wall. "But you can't expect the world to bend to your ignorance. That's a dangerous habit, little wolf."
His head tilted, his eyes narrowing. "Why didn't you shift when the dimwit assaulted you? You do have your wolf, don't you?"
