Chapter 70. By Default

Venus POV

“So today was successful, I guess?” I asked, lying on his bed and staring at the ceiling. I had only managed to pull down my zipper before collapsing on his giant bed.

“Mm-hmm,” he replied, clearly distracted by something, and it was neither my semi-naked body nor the shirt he was unbuttoning.

After we returned to the festival, I noticed him subtly looking around for someone. He was halfway out of his makeshift throne when I held him back.

“What is it?” I had asked curiously, checking for any danger, but he simply pecked me on the cheek and sat back, stroking his chin—another sign that he was troubled by something.

Now, once again, I was sharing his attention with something unseen.

Or was it an unseen person? Bly suggested, and