Chapter 212

Guard leader Claude's eyes landed squarely on Charles's subtly made-up face, his Adam's apple bobbing as a crooked smile crept onto his lips. He slung his gun casually onto his hip, then reached out and gave Charles a firm pat on the shoulder. "For your sake, I'll let it slide this time." Saying that, his hand didn't just stop at the pat—he gave Charles's shoulder a squeeze, obviously not intending to be polite. "But..." Claude leaned in close, his breath brushing past Charles's ear like a warning, low and greasy, "Pretty thing like you, wait for me tonight. I'll show you a real good time." His eyes roamed all over Charles without restraint, raw desire written all over his expression, making the air feel thick and nasty. Stella, watching from nearby, clenched her fists. She forced herself to stay still, to remember the role she was playing and their mission's importance. Charles didn't flinch. Instead, he feigned a coy smile and stepped back flirtatiously. "Oh Claude~ don't scare a lad