Leon was but a shadow, standing in the light of the hallway, his hand still on the door, which he’d thrown open at Lily’s presence. Her heart jolted at the sight of him. She couldn’t read his face in the shadows—was he angry? Was he curious?
She racked her mind for excuses, glancing around the room for something. Anything.
"I was tired of wearing the prince’s dresses," she explained. "I know you have some old ones laying around. I wanted to find them."
"You’d find them in the attic. Not in here," Leon said. "Come. Get out of there."
Lily hastened out of the room and past Leon, hoping the burning in her face didn’t show. "I’ll check the attic, then," she said.