"What is this?" Lord Jethro asked, pretending not to understand, even when he could see clearly what was happening in the picture displayed on the screen.
His voice remained controlled, carrying the authority expected of him.
He knew he had been reckless.
And now, he was going to pay the price for it.
Not just him.
Grey too.
He had used his pheromones every time he went to Grey's room, releasing them subtly, confusing and lulling the guards into a state where their awareness dulled just enough for him to pass without suspicion. It had worked flawlessly every time.
Until the one time he forgot.
That night came back to him with painful clarity.
He had left Grey's room, his mind still clouded with the lingering warmth of Grey's presence, his thoughts unfocused, his restraint weaker than it should have been.
He had stepped out without releasing the pheromones immediately.
