Chapter 94. A Turned Cheek

Ainsley

Frustration still burns beneath my skin, but at least Iris is a welcome distraction.

I hadn’t expected to run into her while storming through the estate, nor had I expected her to be sneaking down to the kitchen in a half-buttoned shirt with wine clutched in her hands like she’d just struck a goldmine.

The dim lighting does little to hide the guilty expression on her face or the way her eyes widen like she’s been caught in the act of committing some kind of crime.

The moment she spots me, she freezes mid-step, clutching the bottle tighter.

I nod to it. “Where are you taking that?”

She glances down at the bottle as if just now realized she’s holding the damn thing. “Uh… my room?”

“Huh.” My eyes narrow as I take her in—her hair a tangled mess, lips slightly swollen, the distinct male scent clinging to her clothes that is far too familiar for me not to recognize. That shirt is at least three sizes too big, and there’s onl