Leora Montgomery’s pov  Towel-drying my hair, I put on the borrowed tee, strapped on my knife belt, and exited the bathroom to see Gideon spreading a blanket out on the floor at the side of the bed.  “The couch would be more comfortable than the floor,” I commented, catching his attention.  “I'm too large for it, so I am opting for the floor,” he answered me as I eyed him in disbelief.  “You can use the bed then and I will sleep on the sofa since I am much smaller,” I offered and saw him frown.  Shaking his head he huffed and pointed to the bed and asserted, “You will have the bed, Leora. I may be a cold-hearted assassin, but I'm not an asshole.”  Shrugging, I told him that I was just concerned about his old body lying on the hard floor, then snickered at the look he was giving me.  “I'm in prime condition, princess,” he muttered sourly, and I nodded and said, “Of course you are, sir.”  “It's late, so go on and get to bed, we have training to do tomorrow,” he exhaled deeply, a
 Last Updated : 2025-02-12
Last Updated : 2025-02-12