Page 137 of Ruthless King


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He raised an eyebrow. “Why would you ask if anything is wrong?”

“I don’t know. You’ve seemed off all day.”

Regent rubbed his chin. “Don’t worry about it. You need to rest.”

“I’ve done nothing but rest these past few days. I’m getting better. Are you already regretting asking me to come stay here?”

“No, baby. Of course not.” He leaned forward and took her hand in his. “I would never regret that.”

“Then what is it?”

There was a pensive look on his face and her stomach dropped. What was he going to tell her?

“What is it?”

“I picked up some of your clothes to clean them last night.”

Okay. She still didn’t understand what was wrong.

“The clothes you wore the night you came home ill.”

Right . . . she’d forgotten about that . . . wait, shit.

She hadn’t gotten changed that night before leaving the club. Which meant that he’d seen what she was wearing under the hoodie.

“You saw the outfit I was wearing,” she said weakly.

“I did.” His face was stern. “And I also found the note in your pocket.”

There was a note in her pocket?

Suddenly, it came to her.

Oh. Shit.

The note in her pocket . . . how had she forgotten about that?

“Right.” She rubbed her head. “I forgot about that.”

“You forgot about a note that threatened to expose you? Nyx.”

Holy. Crap.

Yep. She really was in trouble.

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“You know what . . . I think I might take that nap now.” She sank down on the bed, pulling the covers up and over her head.

Perhaps if she pretended to be invisible, it might actually come true.

Unfortunately for her, that did not happen.

Regent drew the covers down. “Nice try. Not happening. Now that we’ve started this conversation, we’re going to finish it.”

Grasping her under the arms, he hauled her up.

Damn. She hated that she got turned on by that show of strength.

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