Chapter 122: Ruin Me Properly
The palace loomed quieter than usual as the car pulled through the private entrance.
Trevor didn’t wait for the driver. The moment the door opened, he stepped out and circled to the other side, lifting Lucas into his arms like it was the most natural thing in the world.
No guards. No aides. No staff at all.
Lucas arched a brow as he glanced around the silent hallway. "Did you bribe the entire wing to disappear?"
"I asked for privacy," Trevor said simply. "Windstone made it happen. I don’t ask questions when he’s like that."
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Lucas didn’t complain. He just let himself be held, the warmth of Trevor’s chest steady against his side, the clean scent of soap and aftershave clinging to his collar. The echo of Trevor’s footsteps rang low against marble floors and silk runners, the hush of the palace corridors swallowing the rest.
The suite they stepped into was high-ceilinged and indulgently quiet, lit by woven lamps that cast golden shadows over linen-covered furniture and gauzy canopies. A bowl of fruit sat untouched on the low table, surrounded by unopened wine and neatly folded silk robes. The large bed at the center was canopied in deep bronze mesh, and the windows had been left ajar, letting in the sound of distant fountains and the steady rhythm of cicadas.
Trevor didn’t set him down right away.
He stood in the middle of the room with Lucas in his arms, the weight of him so natural it almost didn’t register as effort. The summer air curled in through the balcony in soft waves, brushing over bare skin and rustling the edges of the canopy.
Lucas exhaled slowly, his voice low. "Is this still you taking things slow?"