Chapter 7. Brunettes

Gerard Valeborn POV

I felt water hit my face once, then again, and again. I reluctantly opened my eyes and saw the dark-skinned brunette kneeling in front of me on the bed, a golden bowl in her hands. The bowl was the one I used to extinguish my cigarettes when I was done. If she hadn’t bothered to clean it before pulling this prank, it was likely that ash residue still clung to the rim—and now it was probably on my face.

If it weren’t for the fact that she was barely wearing anything and that I had actually enjoyed my time with her the previous night, I would have had the guards drag her out immediately. She didn’t seem to notice my simmering mood, lifting her hand again to sprinkle more water on me.

“What are you doing?” I asked quietly, my voice low but edged with anger.

“Waking you up, silly. I’m hungry. L