Aymeric heaved a sigh. “Apparently, the Garleans purchased the estate days before mine arrival. ‘Twas this or purchasing a home of mine own. I am not sure I want to place that much permanence in this position.”

Because really, it isn’t as if he didn’t have the money. There’s no way this arrangement was helping, though.

“It is supposedly only for the residents of these apartments, but I have seen men that I did not recognize. Very assuring, I know.”

Aymeric watched Aza undress entirely unabashedly. His keen eyes found the new scar, looking barely a day from being a wound, with a frown. He didn’t want to touch it, it seemed fragile still, but r reached out with knitted brows. “Aza, dear, what happened here?”