"Caelum! I know you're in there!"
The heavy thud of a fist against the bathroom door shattered the silence like a hammer to glass.
Julian. Of course.
Well, it's not like I didn't see this coming. But was everyone going to keep barging into my personal space like this?
"The dressmaker needs the final fabric choice!" Julian's voice was jagged with suspicion and a growing fury. "I've been looking for you, and then I heard the servants say you went into the Ward's wing twenty minutes ago. Open the door! If you don't get out right now, I'll definitely kill you."
Caelum didn't even flinch. He knew his brother was here for the same reason as him, and saying he had been looking for him was just an excuse to berate him.
In the end, they both craved my attention and would use any opportunity laid on their laps to see me.
Caelum didn't pull away immediately. He took one last, deep breath of my scent, his forehead dropping against mine one more time.
