The Queen's Assassin (The Queen's Secret #1) - Melissa de la Cruz Page 0,91
relaxes, tension leaving his neck and shoulders. “Must have been a maid,” he says.
“Good thing it wasn’t the duchess. I don’t think I could handle such a vulgar display a second time,” she says archly.
“And how do you think I felt? I’m the one who had to do it.” He expects her to laugh or make a snide comment back, but Shadow is silent. “Would it make you feel better if I kissed you too?” he teases. “Then you won’t feel left out.”
“Don’t patronize me,” she says, a hurt tone in her voice.
“I’m sorry. The fact is, sometimes part of being a spy is making someone believe you want them when you don’t.”
She stares at him, still annoyed.
“Not unlike pretending to be the heir to a Stavinish estate. Would you like a lesson in the art of espionage, my lady?”
She doesn’t answer directly, but that draws a smile and short laugh from her.
“Here,” Cal says. “Let me teach you.” He steps closer to Shadow and takes her hand in his, pulling her toward him. She won’t look him in the eye, but she allows him to bring her close and put his arms around her.
He softly touches her cheek, leans down, and brings his mouth to hers.
It is supposed to be a lesson in spycraft. But when he feels her skin against his, it is the furthest thing from his mind.
Though he only intended to give her a brief kiss, once he’s started, he finds he doesn’t want to stop. Shadow doesn’t either, and her hands twine around his neck, urging him closer. He presses himself against her as she opens herself to him, and her mouth is soft, and sweet, and he is lost in her, in this.
Yes, this. This is what kissing the duchess was not. Kissing Shadow is everything—it is more than everything—it is as if he were sleepwalking, and now he is awake, all his senses, his entire being, his soul, alive and singing.
Then suddenly, just as the kiss deepens, his hand in her hair and her arms around his neck, it’s over.
Shadow jerks back.
Cal is left alone, stunned. “Do you hear something?”
She shakes her head. Quickly, she dumps the papers back in the leather box, replaces the lid, and slides it back onto the shelf. “Thanks for the lesson,” she says. “You’re a wonderful teacher and an even better actor.”
“What? No . . . wait! That’s not . . .”
But she doesn’t answer. She runs out the door, leaving him alone in the duke’s study.
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
Shadow
THE SMALL BALL IS TOMORROW night. Cal is undertaking a dress rehearsal with the costumes that have been made for us. “I look like a fool,” he says, frowning at his clothing.
We are easy with each other, having entered into an unspoken agreement never to discuss what happened between us the other day—the “lesson”—and me running away from it. He was making a point about espionage, nothing more. I have to stop thinking about his kiss. Obviously, he’s more than forgotten about it.
As for the true identities of our hosts, we have agreed to keep a wary eye on them but decided it is safer to stay at the estate than to tip them off to our suspicions by leaving.
So the Small Ball it is.
“Oh, stop pouting,” I tease him. “You look rather elegant, if I do say so.” I smile, thinking of the Queen’s Assassin fretting over a dancing costume.
“I’m not pouting. Consider the practicality. Look, I can’t move my arms”—he demonstrates by lifting his arms to show me how confining the metal breastplate is—“and the cape is so heavy. It will slow me down if we encounter any problems.” He fusses with it, yanking the front tie down. “And it’s choking me!”
I laugh and reach out to help him tie a better knot. “You had it too tight.” We haven’t stood so close together since the kiss. I finish quickly and back away. “There. Is that better?”
He nods but continues to fuss with it. “The king’s upcoming engagement will most likely be announced at the Small Ball. A marriage to a princess of Argonia or Stavin will strengthen his army and forge a greater alliance against Renovia. The royal houses of Argonia and Stavin are already unified through a great-grandmother. Only Renovia remains apart.”
“Or maybe he’ll marry our Crown Princess Lilac,” I say. “Wouldn’t that be something.”
“I’m sure the queen has considered it,” says Cal. “It would be a pathway to peace between the kingdoms.”