As requested, the room was dark, the velvet curtains drawn. Candlelight danced against the walls, shadows slithering just out of its reach. Carissa drummed her fingers against the arm of her chair, the tapping the only sound within the room. Beyond, there was the muffled sound of bustling servants.
Elon stood behind her, his hip propped against the back of the chair. Aleck sat on the bed, his arms folded tightly, his expression puckered in a frown. Since he’d discovered Carissa had told Elon of their plans, he’d been rather displeased.
Finally, Aleck glanced her way. “You just had to tell him.”
She shrugged. “Aside from the fact that he’s my husband, he also has Foresight.”
Aleck pursed his lips. “That’s what I get for expecting a girl to keep a secret.”
Elon brought his fist to his lips and cleared his throat, though it sounded suspiciously like laughter.
Carissa poked his forearm. “If you want to spend the night here, Elon, you’re going to have to behave.”
Elon chuckled and bent, so his lips were by her ear. “But you like it when I misbehave.” His kissed the edge of her jaw.
Aleck sucked in a breath. “Oh, that’s just wrong. I thought you were only supposed to kiss on the lips.”
Elon laughed as he straightened. “Then you have much to learn, Aleck.”
Aleck grimaced. “But I don’t want to learn about that.”
“Oh, you will.” Light flickered in Elon’s eyes. “Someday.”
Someone rapped on the door, and they all stilled.
“Your highness?” The door muffled the knight’s voice.
“Yes?” Carissa replied.
“The young servant you’ve sent for has arrived.”