Badass in Disguise (Shadow) novel Chapter 238

Chapter 238

“That was fast,” Ethan commented, looking up from his work.

“I’m efficient,” I replied, settling back on the couch. The dog jumped up beside me, his head resting on my lap.

I could feel Ethan’s gaze lingering. “What?” I asked.

“Nothing,” he said quickly. “I’ve just never seen you in a dress before.”

I ran a hand self–consciously over the soft material. “It’s a nightgown, not a ballgown. Don’t make it weird.”

“I’m not,” he defended. “You look nice, that’s all.” He cleared his throat. “I finished your assignments and sent them to your professors. Your academic standing should be safe for now.”

“You have water on your ear,” he said, his voice suddenly much nearer.

Before I could respond, I felt his fingertips brush against my earlobe, gently wiping away a droplet. The touch was brief but sent an unexpected shiver down my spine.

“Thanks,” I murmured, unsure why my heart rate had picked up.

We were interrupted by a knock at the door. Lawrence poked his head in, his eyes taking in the scene.

“Am I interrupting?” he asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.

“No,” I replied quickly.

Lawrence’s cat slipped into the room, leaping onto the couch beside me. The dog raised his head, eyeing the feline

warily.

“I’m taking the menagerie for their evening constitutional,” Lawrence explained. “Thought I’d check if you needed anything.”

“We’re fine,” Ethan answered.

Lawrence’s gaze flickered between us, a knowing smile on his lips. “You know, one room would have been sufficient,” he commented before retreating, closing the door behind him.

I felt my face warm slightly. “He’s impossible,” I muttered.

After a moment of silence, I stood up decisively. “I’ve been cooped up in here for days. Let’s go out.”

“Are you sure that’s safe?” Ethan asked, concern evident in his voice.

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Chapter 238

“I need fresh air. Besides, Selene isn’t in Spain anymore–she was hurt worse than she let on. Shadow Organization knows I’m here with Lawrence; they’re not going to waste resources watching me. They’re regrouping, waiting for me

back home.”

Ethan considered this. “Alright,” he agreed. “Where do you want to go?”

“Just outside,” I said.

I changed into casual clothes with the maid’s help, and soon Ethan and I were walking down the grand staircase. The Doberman saw me heading for the door and bounded over, determined to join us.

“Looks like we have a companion,” Ethan observed as the dog jumped into Connor’s car, settling in the passenger seat and refusing to budge.

“He’s protective,” I explained, sliding into the backseat beside Ethan.

Connor drove us into the city, to a bustling street lined with cafés and shops. When we stopped, Ethan got out first, then came around to open my door. His hand gripped my elbow gently as I stepped out, his other hand moving to shield my head from the car frame.

“Careful,” he murmured, close to my ear.

We walked slowly down the street, Ethan describing the scenery. “There’s a fountain ahead, carved stone, probably eighteenth century. Street performers to the left–a guitarist and a dancer. The buildings here are all old, traditional Spanish architecture with intricate ironwork on the balconies.”

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