Jethru did not come to the brothel that night. Instead, he sent word that he would arrive the following morning.
Lara scowled at the message.
Why a brothel of all places?The capital boasted countless respectable inns. Did Alaric not realize the kind of suspicion—and humiliation—I would face if anyone saw me walking into such an establishment?
At once, her master's disapproving face flashed in her mind, stern and frowning, as though he stood before her in judgment. And still… despite herself, a small smile touched her lips.
The third floor of the brothel was unusually quiet, secluded from the raucous laughter and music below. No other patrons lingered there. Agilus had arranged for their meals to be brought up, and they dined together in a modest dining room before retiring to their respective chambers.
Lara's room was directly across from Alaric's.
