Chapter 288: The Scholar's Explanation
Lyria's POV
I did not answer Baron Redwick immediately.
The question hung in the air between us, but my mind had drifted elsewhere, unbidden, to the image of him in the training grounds earlier. The way the sunlight had caught the sweat upon his skin, the lean lines of his body as he swung the wooden sword, the way he had turned as though he knew I was watching.
I felt my cheeks warm at the memory.
Duke Valenridge chuckled softly, pulling me from my thoughts. His voice was low, amused, and entirely too knowing.
"You are having naughty thoughts, curious wolf," he said.
I opened my mouth to protest, but before I could utter a single word, he sat up. He stretched his arms above his head with the languid ease of a cat awakening from a long nap.
Then he turned to Baron Redwick.
"You put on a good show at the training grounds earlier," he said, his tone light and teasing. "It was very impressive."
Baron Redwick's expression did not change.
