Chapter 145

  The Court of Light's silver veined white stone floors glossy surface reminded me that I had probably ignored too many undergarments when I had dressed that morning. Thank goodness Fiena had insisted on the basics, and any adventurous gazes would find nothing too remarkable to comment upon.

  "I hate these floors," I muttered to Akyran.

  He leaned over my shoulder and then met my gaze with a grin. "I'm rather partial to them," he commented mildly, unembarrassed by his lechery. "You missed a couple of layers dressing today, Ecaeris."

  "Akyran," I muttered. "Stupid petticoats."

  "Hmmm," he arched his brows. "I doubt the men of the court will complain."