Chapter 21 Eavedropping

• Clara
• “I’ll be there shortly,” Prince Legiere said.
• He turned and stepped toward me. He paused before me, and I realized he was quite tall and lean. I could see the taut muscle in his naked chest as he brushed a stray hair away from my eyes. There was no stink of pipe smoke, but instead, I caught hints of rich woody musk and amber. It wasn’t an entirely unpleasant smell. Our eyes met, and he bent down quickly. His lips brushed against my forehead in a strangely formal kiss. I was too surprised to say anything, and he nodded at the servant.