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Eleven
Havana
Was this a bad idea?
Absolutely.
Though I couldn’t seem to walk away, not from Leon or this island.
“Whatever you’re thinking about,” he said, “doesn’t need to be answered today.”
As if sensing the storm within my mind, Leon put a hand on my arm. The gesture giving me a bit of courage and something else. “Thank you.”
Taking my bag from Broxton, who bowed and left, Leon placed my stuff to the side near a window that overlooked the gardens and not the ladies on the balcony. “You can stay here. I’ll bunk somewhere else until I get that room set for you.”
“Why are you doing this?”
He folded his arms across his chest eyeing me with a smirk. “Lily’s is the safest place on this island, and I can’t have one of my best customers being preyed on by good-for-nothing-fae, and there are lots in the Oasis.”
“You’re fae,” I mumbled.
He laughed. “That I am.”
Someone knocked on the door.
“Who is it?” Leon asked, his gaze never leaving mine.
“Your food and drink, Captain.”
“You may enter.” Leon allowed the servant to place the food on the round table which instantly made my stomach grumble. “Eat, bathe, and relax. I have a few errands I need to run.”
“Now?”
“Don’t worry, love. I’ll be back. Stay here until I return.”
“Do you have to go?”
“Aye.” He walked over to the tray of food and picked up a leg of chicken. “If you need anything, Lily will assist you, and my men will be downstairs.”
“Okay.” I sighed, feeling heartbroken about the turn of events and unsure about my feelings.
Leon gave me a wink as he left behind the servant.
“Alone, again.”
At least there’s food.
I went to the tray of food left on the circular table in the room and grabbed one of the roasted chicken legs. I nearly melted with satisfaction at the moist, flavorful meat. It didn’t matter what mixed-up feelings I had because the chicken and cheese and warm, fresh baked bread made everything better.
Leon’s quarters reminded me a bit of his cabin. It had the same red, lush pillows and curtains, maps, tiny carved figures, pieces of all the places he traveled. If he had enough coin to rent a room this size, why stay here at a brothel? Why not buy his own home?
Glancing at his massive four-post bed, I wondered how many women laid there with him. I knew fae for their feral passions, and after seeing Leon navigate those wild seas, I was pretty sure he could maneuver his way around the bedroom. I imagined Leon stretched out on the bed, those golden eyes watching me. Swinging around to sit on the bed, I spread my fingers across the blanket, wondering how the satin would feel against my skin.
With a huff, I patted the bed. Leon was off limits. A pirate? And a dark fae? Oh, would the royal family be up in arms if they knew where I was or what scandalous thoughts raged in my mind. But no matter how much I wanted to deny it, Leon and this place felt as magical as the stories I’d read.
My stomach grumbled, and I grabbed another piece of chicken. Diving into the juicy texture, I looked at the door, remembering the grin on Leon’s face.
Would he be angry if he knew the truth?
