Bonus chapter

"Unsuspecting? Naïve?" he asked, as his glare pierced through me. "don't forget you kissed me back, and from what I can see you were enjoying it quite a bit." he said taking lazy steps toward me.

An unwilling blush rose to my cheeks. Well, I cannot deny that.

There was blood visible through his thin white shirt, where I had stabbed him. But the dagger was currently in his hands, and he looked unfazed by the wound. Did he heal himself?

"Who sent you? What is your motive? It is in your best interest to tell me before I torture it out of you." He threatened with fire in his eyes.

"What do you mean?" my eyes flared in anger, "I came here to change my clothes you are the one who groped me." I might be leaving out the fact that I liked it, but let's not go there, when he looked like he is out to murder me.

His expression changed from anger to confusion, as a frown appeared on his handsome face.

"You are not a courtesan?" he asked.

My anger flared again, "why would you think I am a courtesan? I work here, asshole." I gritted my teeth, shooting daggers at him.

He visibly relaxed as he heard it.

"Well, you were the one who started taking of your clothes as soon as you entered the room. How do you think that looks like," he asked, raising an eyes brow, and circling the table trying to get near me.

I took equal steps back, keeping my eyes on the dagger that he was twirling in his hands.

"You could have stopped me," he said, raising his eyebrows.

"I tried to; you were the one who forcibly kissed me." I defended myself.

"Then why did you kiss me back?" he asked, as he took another step towards me.

The door to the room opened as a young woman appeared, "Your courtesan is here, why don't you enjoy your night?" I said as I made my escape.

Taking the clothes that fell near the door, I went to find another room. This time I made sure that there was no one inside before I dressed myself into a black tunic and pants.

Both of them were too big on me, taking the place of the dress, I tied them to my pants so that they wouldn't slide.

Rolling the hem of the sleeves I went to find Rocco; he was easy to spot as his voice could be heard booming through the hall.

Following his voice, I went into the room he was in to find Rocco talking to him.

When Rocco saw me, his eyes narrowed to me. Is he complaining about me to Rocco?