Forbidden Honor (Dragon Royals #1)(2)
Calla looked considering. “They’re really good with those swords.”
“Don’t tell me you’ve fallen victim to their fan club, too.” I had regrets about being so condescending about the Royals’ fan-fiction now, because part of me was a little curious. Did they always have tails? Some Fae did, although our race of shifters looked more mortal than the Fae in the storybooks I’d read.
Ever since the Scourge began, our island had been sealed away from the rest of the Fae world. Storybooks were the only glimpse I’d had of the bigger world beyond.
“Come on,” Calla swept her arm toward the door. “We should get out of here. We’re not supposed to linger in their rooms once we’re done.”
The military students training here were apparently too precious to wash their own laundry or scrub the hallway floors. Worst of all, though, were the royals, who were too important to even clean their own rooms.
“But I like the view,” I pouted, then added, “of the mountains.”
I glanced down at the empty yard only to realize the royals had left the yard as we were chatting, and sudden disappointment dropped like a stone.
“Mm-hmm.” Calla gave me a knowing smile.
Maybe every girl in Rylow secretly dreamed of winning the heart of a dragon prince.
Maybe that was even true for me, even if I also fantasized about kicking their asses.
They were a pretty fine-looking group of men.
A voice in the hall called for Calla, summoning her out of the room, and Calla scrambled toward it. I grabbed half her handful of cake before she could go.
“You’re going to get in trouble,” she hissed at me.
“Is that a promise? Because I’m so very bored,” I answered, even though the truth was, I needed the money. Which meant I needed the job.
But that didn’t mean I wouldn’t defy the head housekeeper behind her back. I was an uppity orphan—as she’d informed me. Now I had a reputation to live up to.
“I’m going to work right through my lunch break because I’m such a diligent employee,” I added, and even though Calla’s back was to me as she bustled through the room toward the door, I could feel the eye-rolling vibe.
Carrying my cake in one hand, I leapt onto the balcony, then across. I strolled into the prince’s room, scattering crumbs as I ate my cake. I still had to mop the floors anyway.
Then the connecting door to the bath swung open.
Prince Jaik stepped out, wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. Beads of water trickled from his spreading shoulders down the most beautiful set of abs I’d ever seen.
He stopped dead, staring at me, now wearing both a towel and a frown.
“Hi, just finishing up tidying your room,” I said, flinging my arm to encompass the room—and flinging crumbs along with it.
A bit of frosting landed on the prince’s cheek. Pink frosting. It complemented his dark hair and furious amber eyes quite nicely.
“What are you doing in here?” he demanded. “Haven’t I requested my privacy?”
I was momentarily flummoxed. “Did you think the towels picked themselves up by magic? That the dirty clothes turned sentient at night and walked themselves to and from the laundry?”
“Oh, you’re a smartass, aren’t you?” He leaned in the doorway. “I’m sure the head housekeeper would love that.”
“And I’m sure no one loves a tattle tale.” I tapped my cheekbone with two fingers. “You’ve got a little something right there.”
He swiped and his fingers came away covered in pink frosting. “You’re not a very good housekeeper, are you?”
Funny, I’d heard some variation on that—usually with a lot more swearing—several times from the Head Housekeeper since taking this job. “Maybe I’m meant for something more.”
“Mm. What’s your name?”
Giving him my name seemed like a very bad idea. “Aren’t you supposed to be in class? I can take care of the floors while you’re off. It’s no trouble.”
His eyes blazed. “I don’t need you to tell me where I’m supposed to be.”
Oh god. Even those abs wouldn’t make up for his anger problems. Why are the beautiful men so often such bitches?
The bit of cake still in my hand was becoming a sticky distraction, and I didn’t know how else to get rid of it, so I stuck it in my mouth. I backed away from him, still chewing.
“What is wrong with you?” he demanded.
I had an awesome snarky response for that, but the words came out a bit jumbled and with a spray of crumbs.
“I’m sorry, what did you try to say to me?” He took a step forward to match each step I took backward, as if we were dancing.
I’ve never liked dancing.
I swallowed just as I stepped out onto the balcony. “Honestly, you’d think with all that power you wield, all the reverence you get from the common people, you wouldn’t be so touchy. How do you get your feelings hurt so easily?”
He took the next step forward a bit faster, and I turned and leapt onto the railing, then over to the next balcony.
We rotated who cleaned the princes’ rooms. I wouldn’t come up in the rotation for a week or two, and hopefully I’d embarrassed him enough that he wouldn’t tattle to the Head.