Chapter 119. Two sides of love
The hotel corridor was dim and silent, lit only by the soft glow of the sconces lining the walls. Augustin’s bare feet made no sound against the plush carpet as he stepped out of his room, shirtless, hair tousled from tossing in bed.
Sleep had eluded him—again.
His mind was still tangled in theories, in questions, in the shadowed trail behind Wryn Hudel. He’d tried calming his nerves with soft music and a glass of hotel red. Neither had helped. Now, hunger grumbled low and stubborn in his stomach.
He moved down the hallway toward the shared kitchen at the corner suite, tugging a silk robe closed around himself.
As he reached the elevator lounge area, he caught the subtle click of a door opening.
Turning, Augustin raised an eyebrow when he saw Ethan stepping out of his suite—dressed in nothing but a loose nightgown of soft black silk that brushed his calves, hanging open just enough to reveal skin that was definitely not untouched.
Ethan paused as their eyes met. He looked far too smug for someone wandering a hallway at one in the morning.
Augustin’s eyes narrowed immediately, then dropped—to the dark marks blooming just under Ethan’s jawline and down to the edge of his collarbone. Obvious. Bold. The kind of love bites you didn’t try to hide.
"Couldn’t sleep either?" Augustin asked dryly.
Ethan stretched slightly, as if completely unbothered. "I’m fine. Adrian’s resting."
Augustin’s eyes flicked to Ethan’s neck again. "Resting, huh?"
"I wore him out," Ethan said casually, that signature husky voice of his laced with pride. He moved past Augustin like a cat at ease in its kingdom. "I’m going to get food. He was mumbling about strawberry mousse in his sleep."