Darren's POV
"-ke him up. You know there's no way I'll do it."
"Well, you shouldn't be ashamed of his nudity. You're his disciple so it's inevitable to see him like this. Or do you think all he does is sit in his study and sip wine?"
"I don't care. I'm not touching him unless he's clothed. I was even lucky that I didn't find you naked."
"Lucky? Why? Or is it that you're gay?"
"Fuck! I'm out. Wake him up and get him dressed so I can give him the queen's message."
"Alright. I'll wake him."
I heard footsteps approaching me but I sat up instead.
"What did Rowena say?"
Maklev stopped, turning his head back slowly. He peeped through the corner of his eye before jumping forward.
"I'm not saying anything until you're dressed. I'm not ready to scar my-"
I sparked to my feet, grabbing my boxers. I put them on instantly and whizzed in front of Maklev.
"Satisfied? Now, talk."
He took a deep breath, mumbling 'Fuck" under his breath.
"I heard that."
