C32 The Wolf Room
Leon was but a shadow, standing in the light of the hallway, his hand still on the door, which he’d thrown open at my presence. My heart jolted at the sight of him. I couldn’t read his face in the shadows. Was he angry? Was he curious?
I racked my mind for excuses, glancing around the room for something. Anything.
“I was tired of wearing the prince’s dresses,” I explained