Not sure what I’m going to do with this. Whether it’s part of the main story or not. Maybe it’s time I plot that story out. Add one more outline to the growing pile of unwritten things…
Avery peeled a piece of entrail? off the back of his neck. He needed a bath in the worst way. Going to the staff bathhouse was tempting. He could get clean and then go to Alex and Dillon.
He climbed the narrow, dark stairs of some long forgotten back passage. The passage exited two floors above Alex’s suite. Avery went to the window, hooked the sill, then slid down to the roof over Alex’s balcony.
Alex was already in his suite, moving around. Doors, probably to the armoire, opened and closed. Water splashed. Then there was quiet.
He would just stay on the roof until Dillon returned from his party. Avery almost regretted pushing Dillon back into society. But with Dillon in society, he could be with Alex and guard him. Avery, who was still little more than nobody, could never be accepted like that. It mattered little. Avery preferred being the hidden party. Whenever people saw him, they looked on him with pity—the jilted lover of Lord Effingham. Bastard.