Chapter 83: Does the Sovereign Have to Go to Work?

The next morning, bright and early, Rylie Norrell opened her eyes with a soft, satisfied breath. It was the first time she had slept in that bed, yet for some reason, she had slept better than she had in ages. Then she realized something was off. One of her thighs was slung across more than half the mattress, her posture far too… bold. She froze, suddenly afraid she had pinned Reginald Lyson down in his sleep. But when she looked, the bed was empty. "Reginald?" Rylie jolted upright and scrambled...